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soul bounds disentwined

Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Part II, Part III

Word count: 5,546

Warnings: A little angsty, I guess? And ofc Reader having a crush on Billy's mom not knowing if it's reciprocated.

A/N: This is inspired in Halsey's music video "Colors", if you have watched it, you can see where this is gonna go...

A/N: For plot purposes, let’s suppose Infinity War and subsequent events never happened, and instead, after the Civil War, Wanda decided to quit her life as a superhero.

Wanda Maximoff hired you -a photographer who urgently needed a fresh start- to capture the dishes that would be featured in her second cookbook. Her son, Billy Maximoff, interfered with what you two could have developed. He had feelings for you, and well, you had feelings for his mother.

According to Forbes (2023), Wanda Maximoff secured the third position among the wealthiest chefs worldwide. She is a living proof that we are all capable of rewriting our own story, even after a lifetime shaped by external influences.

Simone Carlisle (Culinary Arts Teacher): Ah, Wanda Maximoff… (pauses) let me tell you, no one prepares you for that feeling, where you find out that you contributed your seed to the plants of successes that one of your students planted in the garden of her life.

Wanda Maximoff (Chef, restaurant chain owner, and television presenter): For as long as I can remember, my decisions were a cycle of revenge and redemption... don't get me wrong, I don't regret beating the shit out of some idiots (laughs), but, with the busy life I led, the only moment I could pause my life was while I was hiding in Scotland with my ex-boyfriend Vision. I had no one expecting anything from me, no one telling me what to do, where to go, it was like a puppy without an owner.

Vision (Avenger, Wanda Maximoff’s ex-partner): Dear, was it a journey. First, I remember that she watched YouTube videos to learn guitar. As soon as she woke up, she grabbed the instrument, and she wasn't satisfied until her fingers got numb. In a very short time, she caught the hang of it, and played for the first time in a small bar. No one knew who she was, and if they did, they probably didn't care. She was just a talented player keeping them entertained. Afterwards, band members fought over who would give her their contact first to join them. I thought that would be the beginning of a very successful music career, because from what I've read, international artists started that way.

Wanda Maximoff: I said, “Vision, I’m never doing this again”.

Vision: She kept practicing, playing in the solitude of her room, of course. It was a hobby-kind-of-passion, not the type of passion she would like to dedicate most of her life to. She went through many of those to realize that her main passion was under her nose all along.

Wanda Maximoff: The courage to join in culinary classes arose from desperation (chuckles), I used to prepare recipes at home, and I needed someone else's approval… it couldn't come from someone who didn't even eat in the first place! And so the beginning of my trayectory was paved by this amazing teacher, Simone Carlisle.

Simone Carlisle: The shy girl who during the intensive course kept her head down, sitting on the back corner, nervously playing with her rings while ignoring whispers and glances from other students, is now in a big framed picture, placed in the most visible spot so that everyone who enters my academy knows that I taught this legend. She made my small business a huge deal now (laughs).

Wanda Maximoff: I never imagined that I would have my own cookbook, television program, or chain of restaurants, let alone all three at the same time! At first, I was content with cooking in a restaurant and earning a decent living, but later, I thought about the possibility of creating a YouTube channel, which subsequently permitted me to finance the publication of my book. Building on the success of my book, the opportunity of my show emerged, which in turn allowed me to open my first restaurant, and ultimately expand it into a chain of restaurants. What I want to convey is that you must trust that the love for what you do is a powerful tool. Success is subjective, so pursue your own concept of it.

Amy Lee (Evanescence’s lead singer and songwriter): It was a hard day of work. I didn’t feel like cooking but I was looking for the homiest, most comforting food possible, and Wanda Maximoff made it a reality with her restaurant located just a few blocks near me. I told my bandmate, Emma, about this amazing food restaurant, she replied, "Oh, the owner has a YouTube channel and a show, you should watch it so that you don't overcook the spaghetti" (laughs). It has been a great help to me ever since, for those are creative but accessible recipes. Plus, it’s a nice touch that she uses her magic to manipulate ingredients and utensils, while making you laugh with her witty jokes. The best way to put it is; she makes you feel like it's a close and sweet friend who is teaching you. Her human and warm approach felt and still feels like a pat on the back.

Wanda Maximoff: My favorite singer since adolescence, Amy Lee, has said something about me that fills me with happiness every time I remember it. She helped me cope, I helped her cook. We're even now.

Vision: You see, Wanda's powers went from being a source of fear in the world to being the main reason why said fear stopped as well. An impressive understanding in her abilities, still doesn't make her an expert, as she can't prevent unexpected situations.

Wanda Maximoff: I was six months pregnant. In the blink of an eye… literally.

The latest legacy of the Maximoff family, twins Billy and Tommy, were effortlessly admitted to the New York University. The dean was left speechless, for their admission exam grades exceeded expectations.

Tony Stark (Avenger, Stark Industries): With Wanda, our initial connection was through business, the Avengers, you know? It wasn't until she asked me if I could offer her kids an internship at Stark Industries that we developed a closer bond, and man, were those kids geniuses!

Wanda Maximoff: Those kids... one day, they'll outgrow me (laughs). They were so eager to rush through life stages, and I thought, "You don't realize I would give everything to relive those joyful years," but I know better than to project my own frustrations on my sons.

Virginia "Pepper" Potts (Stark Industries): One day, I said goodbye to two fourteen-year-old boys. The next day, Happy informed me that some tall adults with raspy voices, claiming to be Billy and Tommy, wanted to come in. I immediately phoned Wanda, and she casually responded, "Oh, yeah, they can do that," as if maturing into college students overnight was a typical Tuesday occurrence for any teenager.

Thomas Maximoff, (Student at New York University, son of Wanda Maximoff): What can I say? (chuckles) school didn't present any intellectual challenges for us, and, yes, they do admit child prodigies for... PhDs even! But, we wanted to blend in, to share the same age as our classmates.

Wanda Maximoff: I always considered it a priority to spend time with my boys, so I put a lot of my work on hold, including my second cookbook project. Now that they're focusing on college and their internship, I've had too much time, and by that I mean too much time to finish that unfinished work.

Wanda Maximoff had completed her second cookbook, in response to numerous requests from her loyal fans. Another book that promised to aid all those who seeked a different, quick, and above all, delicious meal at any time of the day. There was no doubt that it would become a global bestseller, just like her previous one.

All that was left were the illustrative photographs for the book, and the studio where you worked at was in charge of this task.

You meticulously made the first dish she cooked appear as exquisite as in real life. You employed several tools like lighting, background elements, and cutlery placement, but you never altered the food in any way, it didn't even cross your mind to do so. This didn't sit well with your boss, but it certainly pleased the redhead.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) (Photographer): I remember my boss suggested that I add components to the food to make it look more appealing. I responded that that was the equivalent of encouraging unattainable stereotypes of beauty... in food (chuckles).

Wanda Maximoff: By offering unrealistic references, people would be discouraged to notice that their result was not the same as mine, not knowing that those references have hours of strategy to make it look 'aesthetic'. I prefer to show it as it is (pauses) I think that's why I liked this girl, I didn't have to say a word and she understood everything.

Your boss was the typical man who didn't let newcomers like you progress. Although you had been working in the studio for about six months, he never allowed you to touch a camera, which was contradictory because that was the job you applied for.

You did the work he didn't want to do, like transporting, positioning and removing the equipment, and setting up the scenery. That idiot just did the angles and clicked the top right button, and then took all the credit and praise. It annoyed you, yes, but unlike him, you didn't need praise from anyone to fill your ego, you just wanted to be acknowledged for your own efforts and not to be another person’s side kick.

In the meantime, it was enough satisfaction to know that none of the praise he gets would be possible without you, and he knew it…

… and Wanda knew it.

"What do you think, Miss Maximoff?" Your boss showed Wanda the array of photographs he took of the latest dish. He proudly displayed them, awaiting for a compliment from the redhead.

"Wow, (Y/N), placing the sautéed potatoes in a separate bowl instead of alongside the food within the same dish... you were right, it gives them their own protagonism and importance as a side dish," was the first thing she said, eliciting a small blush from you. "Great work!"

"Thank you, Miss Maximoff," after hearing her words, you experimented a feeling that was somewhat unfamiliar to you. It made you feel visible, truly seen and acknowledged in a workplace that often overlooked such things. And the fact that it came from her, made it all even more so profound.

"It's just Wanda," she corrected you, as if her previous actions weren't enough, she gave you the green light to address her in a more intimate manner. Along with that, your boss was already frustrated enough at not being the center of attention for two and a half hours. It was all a dream!

"(Y/N), we're done here, remove the equipment and take it to my car. I'll be waiting for you for just five minutes," your boss ordered you. Not even a ‘please’, nothing. In his gaze was evident that desperate attempt to look intimidating, which only made him look like a tantruming child. However, when his gaze turned to the older woman, he held an incredible admiration and appreciation, almost as if they were two different people in the same body. "Miss Maximoff, it was a pleasure working with you, truly an honor. We could continue next week...”

"Do you have equipment of your own, (Y/N)?" She interrupted him in mid-sentence, and you hesitated briefly.

"Uh... yes, of course, Miss... I mean, Wanda," you replied.

You worked as a freelance photographer in your spare time, capturing people or events here and there. It was something relatively stable, but it could not be your main income, so you felt the need to work on a studio.

"Perfect... I'll be contacting only you so we can work on the rest of the illustrations for the book," she stated.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N): I couldn't believe what I heard! The first thing I did was begging to whatever force there is that this wasn't a dream. It was overwhelming, the feeling of fear and ecstasy… Wanda wanted ME to work with her.

She recognized something in you within three and a half hours that others failed to see in six months. This was it. This was the big break you had been waiting for, the opportunity to show your skills and make your mark.

That being said, you never saw your boss, or stepped foot in that studio after that.

In the days that followed, you poured your heart and soul into preparing for the upcoming shoots.

You studied Wanda's previous cookbooks, familiarizing yourself with her style, her preferences. You even watched her program and her interviews, initially with the excuse of seeing those mesmerizing eyes and delighting yourself with her beauty, but you actually learned a lot of cooking techniques that you were excited to cook when it was such an annoying task for you to do.

When the day of the shoot finally arrived, you were ready. You set up your equipment with a confidence you had never felt before. You positioned the reflectors so that the natural light would bounce where you needed it, and set the scene to make the food appealing and motivating. Wanda watched you work, her eyes filled with admiration and respect.

You smiled at her as you turned on your camera, “So, what do you do with all this food after I photograph it?” You questioned curiously.

"I pack it, multiply it with my powers, and give it to the homeless," she explained. "It's something I often do, in fact, but I prefer to keep good deeds a secret, and not brag about it," she added. “I would appreciate it if you don’t say anything.”

"I figured that about you," you smiled sympathetically.

"You figured?"

“You have always used your skills to help," you elaborated, and noticed she slightly scrunched her nose, as a way of disagreeing. "Yes, even when you were working for Hydra, Tony Stark was destroying territories left and right, and you were seeking justice, doing what you felt was right," you added, noticing how her face showed an expression of realization. "And now, you focus on helping people who struggle with thinking of a simple but good meal in the midst of a hectic routine, and not so much on showing off how good you are at cooking exotic dishes. So yes, I assumed you would also help those who can't even afford a meal, too.”

Wanda's gaze was lost in the white marble of her kitchen floor, and you knew you gave her a new perspective on the wrongs she had done in her past. She meant well all along, and ultimately, that's what mattered. She was a great person in the present, and that's what mattered.

"So, you're the photographer in question," a tall, curly-haired guy stepped into the kitchen doorway, interrupting the train of thought of the woman in front of you.

You laughed at the expression on her face as reality hit her again.

"Oh, yes. Sweetheart, this is (Y/N)," she introduced you to who you already knew was her son. "And (Y/N), this is my son Billy."

"Nice to meet you, Billy," you replied, approaching him to offer your hand to shake.

"The pleasure is all mine," he emphasized the last words, as he accepted your hand. "My mom didn't mention that you were so beautiful."

Wanda cleared her throat, and proceeded to look at him with surprise in her eyes. In a I-can’t-believe-you-said-that way.

You couldn't help but laugh again at how expressive she was without noticing it.

But in their perspective, from how you looked the other direction and chuckled softly, you seemed to snicker at Billy's flattery, which couldn't be further from the truth. He was corny and predictable, but most importantly, he was not Wanda Maximoff.

"Oh, forgive him, he still doesn't know how to control those sky-high hormones," Wanda said, grabbing Billy's shoulders from behind to guide him out of the kitchen.

You noticed that she was already shorter than her son by a few centimetres. This was nostalgic for any mother, but how must Wanda have felt watching it happen overnight? You were curious.

"No problem," you replied, and headed for the counter to begin photographing.

Billy entered the kitchen again, standing next to you, but not close enough to invade your space, which you thanked internally.

"Do you mind if I watch you work, (Y/N)?" Billy requested, and you smiled politely.

"Billy! Don't you have an internship to go to?" Wanda interfered before you could answer.

"Pepper and Tony organized a party at the tower," he replied victoriously.

"College homework?"

"Piece of cake. I finished it an hour ago."

“How about you enjoy your free time and go bowling with your brother?”

“He’s busy playing Fortnite online,” he shrugged.

Wanda rolled her eyes, "Behave yourself. That's the only condition."

"It's okay, Wanda," you reassured her. Each stage in a child's life is gradual, and parents usually have many years to learn about what each stage entails. It was understandable that Wanda didn't know what to do now that her children were suddenly old enough to drink and get into adult trouble.

"So, (Y/N), how long ago did you start this whole photography gig?" The taller guy spoke up, once you took your first picture.

"I've been doing it since I was thirteen," you replied, still capturing the image in before you at different angles. "Dedicating myself to this? As soon as I turned eighteen. I had a decent portfolio."

"I don't doubt it," he agreed.

You gave him a slight thankful smile, and walked over to Wanda, who was setting up the second dish to be photographed.

"What do you think?"You asked her, and it wasn't until she turned to look at the camera that you noticed that this is the closest you've ever been to her. You could smell her fragrance and hear her breathing. Your mind was screaming at you to move away, for you had no right to display such trust yet, on the contrary, your body needed to be as close as possible... to feel her.

You had never touched her, not even when she greeted you this afternoon. She simply opened her door and let you enter.

"Excellent. The blueberries next to the gluten-free blueberry pancakes are wet,” she commented. “Did you do it to provide a sense of freshness?" She inquired, looking into your eyes this time, and... the charm of her green eyes was incomparable.

Throughout life, you've seen different shades of green, but hers were unique. They seemed to have a whole story to tell, as if she gave them that power. Her eyes glowed with an emerald hue that mesmerized anyone who met her gaze, and you were no exception.

“Exactly, that’s what I did,” you confirmed, and you felt your cheeks burning, which you immediately hid by looking down and walking back to the counter.

The only interactions you had with Wanda were to get her to approve your photographs, since her son didn’t allow you both a second to talk. He didn’t cease to ask you all sorts of questions, and to keep the conversation going, you responded with brief 'and you?'s so that he still felt heard and had the space to reveal details about himself.

It was all natural for you. Your work was also based on creating a liveliness in the environment where you performed, plus you got more genuine reactions from people if you made them laugh and feel comfortable. However, you always ended up talking with whoever was willing to, even if you were not there to capture them.

In fact, you were enjoying the conversation with such a charismatic guy. At first, it felt overwhelming, but just by letting the topics flow, you ended up laughing and feeling more at ease with him. In any case, you would be meeting him more than once in the eight weeks that remained before the project was completed.

Once you had finished photographing the ten dishes for the week, you turned off your camera and put it back in its case.

You were too happy with the results. This was all done by you alone, and you would be recognized for it. Never again would your boss's name appear under the pictures that were all your doing. The moment Wanda sends your photographs to the publisher, your name would appear in the book credits, and so a new story would begin.

And Wanda... oh, Wanda made it so clear that she loved your work, and paid so much attention to detail. Not only did she praise you, but she made it a point to let you know that she had indeed noticed the details that to the average eye would go unnoticed. You didn't know if you were really developing a crush, or if it was just the fact that she was an older woman that satisfied that need for attention that you rarely got... or it could be both.

When you were working on your own, you didn't feel exhausted and drained despite the long working hours, unlike when you were in the studio. You were very grateful that Wanda had given you another opportunity like that, and you were confident that it could become a regular thing.

"Wow, seeing all these dishes without having eaten lunch has really made me hungry," you laughed, proceeding to remove the reflectors from the kitchen’s window. The sky was still clear. You started at a perfect timing to take advantage of natural light.

"You haven't eaten? Look at the time! I thought you had eaten before you came!" She exclaimed. The redhead actually looked concerned. "Do you have any idea of the damage you're doing to your body? You need energy for this kind of work."

"Hey, I wanted to make a joke and you ruined it with your lecture," you protested.

Wanda sighed, and shook her head disapprovingly, which made your heart crumble a little.

“I… I’ll get some food on the way home,” you corrected yourself.

"How about you stay for dinner? I was going to make it, Tommy won't be long before he comes back to the real world and notices he's hungry," she offered kindly.

"Oh! Or I can take you out for dinner somewhere nice!" Billy proposed, smiling at you with anticipation.

To be brutally honest, you wanted to throw yourself at him and choke him so no other words would come out of his mouth. You knew Billy was just a guy with a silly crush, excited to show you how interested he was in you. He wasn't trying to do any harm. But, hell, wasn't it enough for him to be the center of your attention all afternoon?

"I'm really looking forward to trying something made by your mom," you declined in the politest way possible. "Many people would kill for that honor!"

Wanda let out a laugh, and her expression also seemed to change as she heard your decision to stay.

But, oh, Billy, Billy, Billy... as persevering as his mother.

"Awww! Next week she'll cook you something, right mom?" he insisted, and even though the redhead tried hard to keep her smile, her eyes changed.

"Sure, I'll cook whatever you want," Wanda sighed. "Go with Billy, and continue your conversation... alone," the way she said that last word was as if she had felt like the third wheel all afternoon, as if she was a hindrance to whatever was starting between you and Billy.

"You owe me," you said to Wanda, letting her know implicitly that you were looking forward to your meeting next week, not this dinner with Billy.

Billy led you to the garage of his house, and opened the passenger door of a black car. You thanked him politely and got in, allowing him to close the door for you. The car was completely spotless, and had a new car smell, but not because it was new, maybe because that was the fragrance he asked for at the car wash. For yours, you always opted for lavender… which made you wonder, what fragance did Wanda like for her car?

"Any preferences?" Billy asked once he hoped in the driver’s seat, pointing towards the car radio. It was noticeable he was doing his best to make this comfortable for you.

"A little bit of everything, how about rock like... Evanescence?" you proposed.

"Ah, my mom loves them," he commented, and your eyes lit up at that statement.

"You're kidding..."

"Yeah, since her teenage years," he confirmed. "Evanescence, In This Moment, Epica, Lacuna Coil..." he listed, trying to remember them all.

You made a mental note to put on that music on your next meeting with Wanda. It wouldn't be hard, as you loved all the bands he mentioned, which was wonderful.

You couldn't wait to show her the latest bands, ask her her favorite songs, and have a topic of conversation that would allow you to bound...

"So, ready?" he spoke, noticing that you were lost in thought.

"Yeah, sure," you nodded, putting on your seatbelt.

The dinner was... better than you expected. In fact, it was amazing.

You didn't really have anything in common with Billy, but the way you both listened to each other, and always found a middle ground despite going your separate ways, made the experience with him extremely pleasant.

The only difference was that, as you each went home, he thought about seeing you again, and you thought about seeing his mother again.

And so, after a week, you found yourself in front of the door of Wanda's house, with your camera hanging from your neck, your equipment already waiting on the pavement next to your parked car, and as a bonus, a speaker you brought along to play music while you worked.

Alone, at last...

When the door opened, you found the redhead wearing a casual outfit consisting of dark blue jeans and a black half-tucked in blouse. Oh, and her face, how you missed that face.

"Hey..." You greeted her, with palpable enthusiasm.

"Hi," she replied, and noticed the speaker in your hand, arching her eyebrow. "I found out last week that you and I have a lot of bands in common."

Wanda let out a gasp of surprise, "Oh, please do come in!"

You laughed briefly, and as you were about to enter your equipment to take it towards the kitchen, Wanda snapped her fingers, and it disappeared.

"Wanda, what the hell?" You exclaimed, looking at her with your widened eyes, had she just disappeared all your belongings?

"Relax, they're in the kitchen."

"That skill of yours would’ve come in handy last week too," you commented, walking into her house.

"It was fun watching you run in and out," she shrugged. "But today you earned it, because of the music."

"I see, I have to earn it?!" You exclaimed, feigning indignation. Really, she could have pulverized your expensive equipment in front of you, and you'd still thank her.

Once both of you entered the kitchen, your reflectors were already in the same position as always. And on the other side, the ten dishes were already hot and ready to be photographed.

"And what would I possibly have to do next week to earn that help from you?" you asked, resuming the topic you had discussed earlier.

"Mmmm..." she muttered, in a way that almost made you weak in the knees. She watched you from head to toe making you feel exposed to her as if she had ripped your clothes to shreds and left you standing there, naked and at her mercy. But you were still completely covered. "... I think you've earned it,” your reaction alone was enough reward to her.

“Thanks, I guess,” you cleared your throat.

You picked up the speaker, and turned it on, placing it in a place in the kitchen where it would not interfere. Your hands were shaking, and you could have sworn that Wanda was watching you with amusement, while you avoided her gaze at all costs.

You grabbed your phone, and played the playlist you had prepared for this moment. "A Star-Crossed Wasteland" by In This Moment was the first to come on.

"Oh, I love that song like you have no idea," Wanda exclaimed, closing her eyes and frowning as she passionately listened to that intro. "That album, in general..."

"It's in my top three," you commented.

"Hell yeah! Now we're talking!" She exclaimed, raising her hand offering you a high-five.

"I'm not that old school," you shook your head, chuckling.

Wanda rolled her eyes, and took your wrist, giving herself a high five with your hand.

"Good girl," she praised you, and you swallowed dryly. At the words, and at the fact that this was the first time you'd ever touched her. "What's your top three?" she asked, acting so nonchalantly after flustering the hell out of you.

“Tell me yours first,” you proposed. You couldn’t even think of your favorite three albums of one of your favorite bands.

"Black Widow, GODMODE, and A Star-Crossed Wasteland, she answered, almost without thinking. It amused you to imagine she'd spent her whole life for someone to ask her that question. "And yours?"

"Black Widow is my favorite, too," you agreed. "Blood, and A Star-Crossed Wasteland."

"Oh, two in common and in the same position," she pointed out, smiling. "If the new album hadn't been so good, it would agree with Blood, too…”

For the rest of the evening, the focus was on your favorite bands, as they played in the background.

You finished faster than last week, as Wanda was willing to use her powers for you to just arrange the background and take the pictures, instead of searching in every corner of the kitchen - you only had to ask, and it appeared.

“Alright, we're done...” she concluded, excited. “Now, let me pack this food and put it in the fridge,” and with a snap of her fingers, it was already packed and subsequently perfectly placed inside the fridge.

“Impressive,” you exclaimed, not ceasing to show your admiration, just like every time she used her powers. If you didn't look so cute, Wanda would have grown irritated at you a long time ago.

“Now, I owe you a dinner,” she said. She never told you, but she was so eager to finish quickly because that way, when her sons returned from the internship, you and her would have spent a significant time together.

The food Wanda made for you was... you didn’t even believe that the accurate word to describe it even existed.

The sensations you experimented had you mindlessly closing your eyes, trying to memorize this magnificent meal, absorbing it all in. You had tried a lot of different restaurants and foods, but none like this, oh they wished they were even close to what you tasted.

This was more than just eating. It was a demonstration of peak exquisite cuisine. This was about more than just sating hunger. It was about the delight of tasting food prepared with passion.

And... just as Wanda was leading you out of the door, you noticed that it opened, and you met who you knew was Tommy.

"Oh, finally I have the pleasure to meet the famous (Y/N)," was the first thing he said. So Wanda... "Billy hasn't shut up about you."

You forced a smile, "That's... nice," you hesitated. "I have a feeling he's going to be a great friend, and I hope you are too."

Tommy noted the intent of your response but decided to reply, "Of course," with a small chuckle. "In fact, you should come play tennis with us next Saturday."

"Oh, I don't know how to..."

"I'll teach you," Wanda quickly interjected, and that hope in her eyes made your decision easier in an instant.

"Well... will you send me the address?" I asked.

"Rest assured."

When you said goodbye to Wanda and Tommy, Billy was climbing the steps to the doorway, and he smiled broadly at you.

"Hi, (Y/N)!" He exclaimed happily. "Have you eaten yet? If not, we can go eat something and catch up."

Oh, how kind he was...

"Thank you, your mom and I already had dinner."

It was Saturday, and you were walking around the room in your apartment. Your best friend, Kate, was already starting to get dizzy.

"Kate! It's a country club!" You exclaimed, for probably the twentieth time. "People there probably eat pizza with silverware, and know the use of all ten thousand kinds of forks. I won't fit in..."

"It's just a tennis game! I'd understand if it was golf, but tennis?! You'll be fine!" She groaned.

"I look ridiculous..." you shook your head, looking at yourself in the mirror. "I mean, what is this cap? And why all white? Am I getting baptized or something?"

"Hey! Do you want to fit in? This is the outfit," she countered. "You look hot, surely Wanda will drool over you when she sees those legs," she cheered you up

"Surely it will be Billy," you sighed, disappointed.

"Wanda too, from what you've told me..."

"No, this is one of the situations where I'm misinterpreting a hint of validation from an older, beautiful woman," you quickly denied. "And as always, my best friend is encouraging my delusions."

"Really? Name one situation."

"That Italian woman who I photographed with her family for several Christmas sessions?"

"Ha! She looked at you funny."

"Yeah, that's why she turned down my invitation to dinner when I finally found the courage, saying I knew she had a husband and kids."

"Uhm... she refused just because she had a husband and kids, not because she didn't like you!" She quickly justified, and you couldn't help but laugh, forgetting for a moment the nerves that were eating at you.

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“o-oh fuck.” You moaned out, the thick silicone dildo stuffed inside your cunt. “fuck it’s so big, im gonna cum.” Your moans exaggerated, but the people through the screen didn’t know that, they still paid you. “fuck im cumming!” you gasped— then a song played from your phone; someone was calling.

Who could be calling you at this moment? You made sure to always turn your phone off when you filmed videos— you must’ve forgotten this time, and it could definitely be heard on your camera.

You were a cam girl in your free time to make your living; hiding your face so you won’t be recognized, even going as far as to changing your sheets; you weren’t embarrassed but you’d rather not be in public and have a random person recognizes you as the girl who does porn

Quickly finding the phone turning it off, throwing it somewhere choosing to deal with later, coming down from your high— your fans wouldn’t care, as long as they got off they were worried about the background noise. “fuck that felt good.” you giggled. “came so much.” Pulling the toy out of you, thighs covered in your essence, as you teased your clit with the tip of the toy.

After ending the video, it was time to edit it, using the blur function to blur out your face, hitting the upload video to your account. “shit where’s my phone, i need to post it to twitter.” you search around, now in some shorts and a tank top. “ah here it is.” you picked up your phone, seeing who called you— it was jeongin, one of your best friends, you’d call in him after uploading to twitter.

“okay done.” You said hitting the upload button to twitter. “okay to see what jeongin wanted.” you searched for his number, hitting the call button. “pick up you fox.”

Jeongin searched for his phone which was ringing, trying to pause the tv with the other. “what the hell are you doing?” seungmin said; felix looking up from the tv upon hearing your name— jeongin picked up his phone. “its yn.” He said, finally hitting pause. “she must be calling me back.” Seungmin watched the boy answer the phone with a huge smile. “jesus just say you want to fuck her and call it a day.”

“don’t say that— no not you yn, seungmin being seungmin.” He said, felix laughing. “tell yn i said hi.” He said, his phone buzzing. “you too, how about you both fuck her instead of jerking off to twitter porn.” Seungmin said, felix flagging him off, ignoring him, seeing the notification for twitter. “he’s just upset i paused the tv when you called.”

“ah so he’s being a hater as user, tell him I said tighten up.” You laughed, hearing seungmin fussing in the background. “so why’d you call me?” you asked. “oh, um do you want to watch a movie tomorrow?” he asked. “we haven’t seen you in a long time.” he said. “sure, let’s do it.” you said. “you guys can come here, my tv is bigger.” seungmin spoke up again. “not everyone can afford shit, we aren’t even sure how you’re paying for shit, you don’t even have a job.”

Believe you or not you and seungmin were also best friends, you were best friends with all of them; you met them during your first year of college, you and jeongin were dorm mates, and he introduced you to felix and seungmin— you eventually moved into your own apartment once you made enough money from caming, the boys moving into the their own shared apartment for second year of university.

“you guys can argue tomorrow, we’ll bring the food okay?” you heard felix say. “i have extra beers, you guys don’t have to bring those.” jeongin hummed. “okay , see you tomorrow.” he chirped. “okay, bye innie!” you hung up.

“be careful innie i can see your boner.” seungmin teased the boy. “jesus you’ve had three years and you still haven’t fucked her, even felix has gotten somewhere with her.” felix rolled his eyes. “we were drunk and it was truth or dare.” He defended. “don’t bring me into this.” He said. “and it's still further than innie here has.”

Felix ignored them arguing back and forth, still scrolling through his twitter, coming across his recently new favorite account; a cam girl he’d came across — a new video had been posted, the video automatically playing, moans playing from his phone. “are you seriously watching porn right now?” they turned to the boy.

“no of course not, it played by itself.” He tried to turn it off. “well turn it off.” Jeongin said. “im trying the phone is frozen.” He knew should’ve bought a new one. “jesus your phone is stupid.” seungmin got up talking the phone, about to turn the phone off when a song played from the video— he knows that song, that was your favorite song, he knew that because it was also your ringtone; and those sheets, you had those sheets, and the heart shaped birthmark that on your lower hip that he saw when he accidentally walked in on you getting dressed one day when you still lived with jeongin; those same sheets in your bed.

That was the first day he ever thought about fucking you, much like his other friends.

“jesus are you seriously watching it to” jeongin said. “at least do it in your room.” he scrunched his nose in disgust. “shut up.” seungmin said, trying to see if the girl in the video would speak, is she spoke it would confirm his suspicions— and then you did and it confirmed just as he thought as soon as he saw that birthmark. “that’s yn.”

“what?” jeongin got up, looking over the boys shoulder. “you can’t even see her face, how can you tell?” he said. “I’ve watched a ton of her videos, I would’ve recognized if it was yn.” Felix said. “I doubt you’re thinking about her voice when she’s naked, bouncing on dildo.” He said flatly. “this is her voice, she owns those sheet and she has that birthmark.”

Felix turned the phone off, trying to come to terms with the fact he’d been jerking off to his best friend for the past few months. “how did you remember all this?” jeongin asked seungmin. “when you both lived together; i accidentally walked in on her getting dressed, I saw that birthmark, and she had those sheets.”

“and you remember?” felix said. “and you know her voice, seems like jeongin isn’t the only one who likes her.” He smirked, seungmin rolled his eyes. “says the one who only got a boner after finding out it was his best friend he’d been jerking off too, seems like you’ve thought about that kiss longer than you’ve should have.”

“so all of us want to fuck our best friend.” Jeongin sat back. “we’re terrible people.” He said. “not really, I mean she’s hot , anyone with eyes and a working penis would have these thoughts.” Felix said. “and fuck you can’t tell me this video wasn’t hot.” He said. “boys and girls can be friends, but i know what i want.”

“i doubt she’d want to do anything, i mean we’ve been friends for three years and she hasn’t made a move.” Jeongin said. “please she flirts all the time, you’re just stupid.” Seungmin said. “as many times she’s given you fuck me eyes and it’s completely flew over your head.” He scoffed. “its almost pathetic.” Jeongin face turned red, the thought of fucking you had always been there, but seeing that video just fueled that fire tenfold.

“how do we even tell her?” felix thought with his brain for a minute and not his cock. “that we know what she does, and that we—” his voice trailed off, seungmin finished it. “all want to fuck her? Just tell her, come on it’s yn she’d had if we held this in anyway, when we see her tomorrow there’s gonna be obvious tension, and she’s gonna be pissed if she feel left out.” He shrugged. “and by the look of those videos i doubt she doesn’t want to.” He smirked. “i can bet on it.”

The next day you got ready for the movie, sitting out the beers on the table along with a bowl of fresh popcorn— dressed in a comfy pair of shorts and a top; waiting for your friends to arrive.

“leaving your door unlocked knowing anyone could come kill you it crazy.” seungmin walked through the door. “please if the 86 year old woman across the hall manages to not break a hip while trying to murder me then she deserves it.” Standing up, grabbing the snacks from his hands. “why are you two just standing there come in and sit.” You told the boys who stood behind seungmin timidly. “I don’t know why they’re acting like they haven’t been here before.”

“literally we do this all the time, sit make yourselves comfortable, i’ll get some glasses.” you made your way into the kitchen, leaving the boys alone. “stop acting like a bunch of timid virgins and be normal for once in your lives.” Seungmin said, sitting back as you came back with a few cups. “everything alright?” felix nodded smiling. “y-yeah were fine.” You tilted your head. “innie?”

He turned to you, “you sure, seems like you can barely look me in the eyes.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “what’s up with you guys, did something happen?” you hated feeling out of the loop. “just tell me don’t have my anxiety up all night for something stupid.” you sat on the couch, sitting the cups down on the table, giving them a quick glance at your boobs, really not helping the situation.

“spill now.” you said, jeongin decided to say something. “yesterday we saw something.” He said. “and me and felix don’t think it’s true.” Seungmin scoffed speaking up. “are you a cam girl?” he said, if he was gonna be thrown under the bus, he better get something out of it. “seungmin.” Felix said, turning to you. “you don’t have to answer— yeah.” They were stunned, you answered so quickly. “really?” felix took out his phone, clicking twittet, and you’ve put two and two together. “ah so you’ve found it.”

“so that’s you.” Jeongin said, felix pulling up the video. You grabbed the phone, the recent clip you uploaded to twitter playing in front of it. “I post this one yesterday, this was new.” Seungmin smirked, the other two baffled that you were so nonchalant about it. “I told you it was her, that birthmark is too specific.” He said, you turned to him.

“you? how’d you figure it out before him.” You pointed to jeongin. “we’ve lived together, we seen each other naked plenty of times.” you questioned. “yeah well felix has been jerking off to you for the past 3 weeks and hadn’t figured it out, clearly im the only smart one.” Felix face turned red. “why would you tell her that, yn I swear I didn’t it was you until yesterday.” He said, but it didn’t bother you. “felix im not embarrassed about what i do, i make content for people to watch.”

“but im your friend.” You shrugged. “the only reason i didn’t show my face is because i didn’t want to, not because i was afraid to.” you said. “did you like it at least?” his eyes widened. “huh?” you smirked. “did you at least like it?” he shyly nodded. “you looked good.” He said. “I know, I did.”

“you’re really cocky.” Seungmin spoke up. “its annoying.” You rolled your eyes. “whats annoying is instead of using your words and just saying you wanna fuck me, you try and get under my skin.” you bit back. “its been three years minnie , im not dumb, at least jeongin tried to hide it.” jeongins face turned read. “it took me a little longer to figure him out, but you, you don’t even hide it, you just try and hide it by petty bickering with me like you’re a kid.”

“yeah?” seungmin stood up from the chair, his body towering over your sitting one, you looked up at him, a smirk that he desperately want to take off painting on your face. “is that what gets you off when you’re fucking yourself with those toys, the thought of your best friends wanting to fuck you.”

He words slightly threw you off, because he wasn’t wrong, there was a few times on and off camera were you came to the thought of one of closest friends fucking you— it was him time to smirk. “what I tell you guys, girls like her are easy to read.” he said, his hand coming up to your hair, you allowed it, it was actually turning you on especially with the audience. “always desperate to be fuck, no matter who it is.” He said. “you’d fuck your viewers if you could wouldn’t you?” you whimpered as his hand tightened in your hair. “lets make the sluts dreams come true, felix is a viewer no?” he turned to the boy, who was shifting in his seat watching the scene go down. “felix get over here.”

He released your hair, his hand coming to the strap of the tanktop. “take it off, it's let doing much anyway, we can see your tits through the shirt anyway.” He moved to the side, allowing you to take the shirt off and for felix to move in his place. “go a head, suck him off you know you want to.” It was clear who was in charge of the whole thing now, and it wasn’t you.

“yo-you don’t have to.” Felix said, as hard as he was, he didn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. “but i want to, I really do.” you said. “you heard her, so get over here and stop being such a pussy.” Seungmin said; felix got up replacing his spot, standing in front of you, his bulge in your face. “don’t just stare at it, take it out and suck him off.”

You undid the strings to his sweat, putting your hand in his pants, fishing his cock out. “fuck.” He sighed, as you stroked his cock. “you’re so big.” You kissed his tip, giving it a few kitty licks. “please put it in your mouth.” He moaned, his hands flying to your hair as soon as you took him into your mouth. “fuck.”

Jeongin watched this all play out and he was definitely not okay, watching you suck his friends cock did more to him than he thought it should, his cock ready to be freed. “yn.” he reached for your hand, seungmin watched him put your hand on his boner, you squeezed him through his jeans. ““don’t forget your precious innie, we all know how much you want to fuck him.” He said.

Jeongin unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. “shit, stroke it for me.” He sighed as you moved your hand up and down on his shaft. “fuck.” He groaned, the living room filled with felix and jeongins moans; along with the noises coming from you as felix fucked your face. “fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“how about we film this?” seungmin said. “since you like being on camera so much.” He took out his phone. “I bet your viewers would love seeing you all slutted out like this.” He hit record on his phone, recording you having your face fucked your best friend while you slowly jerked off your other best friend. “there we go our own little yn loves being fucked on camera.”

You felt felix speeding up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around him. “fuck im gonna cum.” He whimpered, pushing your head down, making you take his cock all the way down to his pubic bone. “shit im cumming.” He grunted, his cock twitching— ropes of his cum shooting down your throat. “shit.” He pulled his cocked out your mouth, letting you finally breathe. “that felt so fucking good.”

“here hold this.” Seungmin handed the phone to felix. “i want this slutty cunt first.” He said. “lay on your side.” He commanded, you compiled; jeongins cock in your face. “why do you get to fuck her first?” Seungmin glared at felix.

“earlier you both were about to throw me under the bus and im the only one who hasn’t acted like a pussy this entire time.” He said. “now hold the camera right.”

He pulled your shorts off your legs, along with your panties. “look at that wet cunt.” He lifted your leg. “show the camera her slutty wet cunt.” You felt his fingers brush across your cunt, as felix moved closer with the camera.

“so fucking messy.” He finally freed himself from his pants, lining himself up with your hole. “gonna stretch this cunt better than those toys you fuck.” You felt him entering you. “fuck seungmin.” You moaned. “jesus this cunt is so tight.” He grunted, holding your leg up, straddling your other one as he fucked you. “those dildos must not be working.”

Felt jeongins hand on your boob, playing with your nipples; your head in his lap, right where his cock was. “suck him off.” Felix said, his eyes much darker than before, and now full of lust. “fuck, you heard him do it.” Seungmin said, you took him into your mouth, he squeezed your boob, groaning as you took him fully. “oh fuck.” Jeongin held your head down, seungmin fucking into you much fast, forcing you on his cock more, gagging around his length. “shit im gonna cum.”

Seungmin on the other hand felt his orgasm approaching, vigorously fucking your cunt. “fuck im gonna cum all over this cunt.” You moaned around jeongins length. “fuck, do that again and im gonna cum down your throat.”

Felix watched through the phone, his cock getting hard again. “shit this is so hot.” He groaned, watching you struggle to fit jeongin into your mouth due to the angle while seungmin fucked you. “fuck im cumming.” Seungmin groaned, pulling out as his cock twitched, as he came all over your cunt. “shit such a messy slut.” He slapped your cunt. “fuck felix you’ll have fun with her, real tight cunt.”

Jeongin bucked up into your mouth a few times , grabbing the back of your head. “fuck im cumming!” he finally released himself in your mouth. “shit.”

Felix replaced seungmin, handing the phone off to jeongin, rubbing figure eights on your clit. “wanna make you cum first.” He stuffed his fingers inside you. “fuck you really are tight.” He scissored you open. “fu-fuck lix, please make me cum.” You whined. “you heard her lix , make the slut cum.” He removed his fingers, replacing it with his cock. “lixie!” you squealed, he shut his eyes as your cunt squeezed him. “oh fuck your pussy feels good.”

“lixie im gonna cum.” You moaned out. “go a head, show the camera how you cum.” Hearing those words from the boy who was too shy to do anything a few minutes ago was all you need to make you cum. “oh fuck you’re squeezing my dick.” He grunted, fucking into you faster. “shit im gonna cum.” felix pulled out, stroking his cock, letting him cum spill all over your stomach. “fucking hell.”

The camera still rolling as you took a few breaths. “you want more?” seungmin said, taking the camera back, you nodded. “let’s give the whore what she wants then.” You sat up, jeongin grabbed your waist. “show the camera how you ride, do to me what you did to that stupid toy.” Jeongin said in your ear, his voice low. “come on, sit on my cock.” He held your waist, letting you slowly engulf his cock. “oh fuck.” He groaned, as you fully sat down on him. “move for me.”

You began to move up and down on his cock moaning out his name as his hand came up to your boob, squeezing. “look at the pretty slut.” Seungmin grab your face, the camera on you. “want you to suck me off.” He said, handing the camera back to felix. “come on open that mouth, you can take one more cock.” He said tapping his tip of your tongue. “suck.”

Felix got up, his cock still rock hard, bobbing against his stomach as he held the camera in his hands. “can you help me out?” you hummed , your mouth full of seungmin, taking him into your hand , letting his fuck you hand. “fuck squeeze it just a little.” He moaned out, fuck your fist. “fuck im gonna cum all over your tits.” He groaned.

“look at the slut, so cock drunk.” Seungmin said, jeongin bouncing you on his cock. “letting us use you like this -fuck- gonna let me cum all over your face.” His hips snapped against your face, making you take his cock all the way down your throat.

You moaned out, clenching down on jeongin as you came for the second time ,he hissed. “oh fuck , im gonna cum.” He groaned, you clenched again. “fuck get up.” he lifted you off of him, just in time too, cause soon he was cumming, some of it getting on your stomach and thighs. “fuck.” He rubbed your clit. “fuck cum for us again.” He grunted in your ear.

Felix came second, cursing out as he came all over your tits. “sh-shit so pretty.” His hands came to your boobs, toying with your nipples while jeongin played with your clit. “cum one more time for the camera.” Felix coaxed you. “you can do it, pretty go ahead and cum.” You gasped out, letting the knot in your stomach snapping. “fuck.” You felt your juices spray out of you. “fuck she squirted.”

“good slut, gonna cum all over your faace as a reward.” Seungmin pulled out of your mouth a trail of spit following as he stroked his cock until he came covering your face with his seed. “look at you all covered in cum.” He scooped a little bit of cum off your lip, pushing it into your mouth. “suck.” He said.

Felix stopped the camera, finally letting you rest. “you okay, do you need anything?” he said. “A shower.” Your voice was gone. “jesus we did number on you.” Seungmin teased, you shot him the finger with a eye roll. “oh really, think you could go for another round right.” Your eyes widened. “stay away from me.” You said.

Felix helped you in the shower, jeongin knocking on the door. “I need some pants, you made a mess on me.” Your face heated up. “so-sorry, there’s some sweatpants in my drawer that are way too big for me in my drawer.” He smiled. “and don’t worry about it, i would’ve been upset had it been anyone else.”

“i got you some clothes out to wear.” Felix said, all of them now standing in your bedroom as you walked out. “thank you lix at least you care about my wellbeing.” Seungmin scoffed as you kissed felixs cheek. “well how about I call the food delivery back and tell them not to come.”

“and I picked your favorite movie and got it all ready so we can watch it in here so you don’t have to sit on your uncomfortable couch.” Jeongin said now in a pair of sweats. “hmm, well thank you.” You changed into your clothes, climbing into bed. “I found your draw of toys.” Seungmin opened the drawer. “jesus you are into some crazy shit.” He said, picking up the various toys. “se-seungmin put those down and come sit down.” Felix said with red ears. “fine.” He picked up the vibrator one last time, lifting his eyebrow to show you, you covered face. “seungmin.” Jeongin pulled him to his seat. “im done, im done, jesus she just took three cocks on camera yet she’s all shy now.”

“send me that video.” You said, felix feeding you some of the chicken seungmin ordered. “why?” jeongin said. “memories innie.” You said sarcastically. “why else?” you said. “she gonna post it.” Seungmin said. “but your face is in it, you sure?” felix said, you shrugged. “I don’t care, it’s hot and I don’t have to film next week.” you said. “you guys don’t mind it right? I mean I can blur you out.” You said.

“I don’t care.” Jeongin said, felix agreeing. “I wouldn’t have filmed it had I not wanted it to be posted.” Seungmin said. “good, I’ll edit and post it next week, now I don’t have to film.” You said. “I can’t believe seungmin was the one to find out first, I always knew you were staring too hard that day you walked into my room.” You smirked, he scoffed.

“you were naked , of course I was starring.”

©️LUVYENI

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da-rulah · 10 months ago

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hi💆

I fucking love your content and I have a little request...

Here me out, Sexting with Mary Goore🏋‍♀️

Aww thank you so much, lovely!! I love that I'm getting Mary requests now, ever since writing my first Mary fic (which I just updated today, by the way 👀)

You want sexting with Mary Goore? Well, this is how I think that would go... fair warning, it's filthy. just as you'd expect with Mary.

GN!Reader, NSFW MDNI 18+

TW/ Fingering, masturbation, nude taking, filming self

(ps. if any artists see this and fancy recreating some of Mary's pics...... y'know, i wouldn't mind that... 👀)

You'd wanted a reaction, but this? This was beyond even what you could have thought.

14 text messages, 6 missed calls, and 2 failed video calls.

All Mary.

It was just a harmless little booty pic, something to tide him over until the next time you got to see your boyfriend. but to Mary it had been the final straw, the last of the sticks to be pulled from his game of kerplunk... And his marbles had been teetering all day, thinking about you, missing you...

The last text really caught your attention, after purposefully ignoring him just to wind him up.

If i wasn't on the road right now ur front door woulda lost its hinges. answer ur fuckin phone.

It sounded vaguely threatening; you liked that.

Sorry, my neighbour's cat needed a bath. A stupid lie to piss him off further. What's up?

What's up? u rlly gonna ask me that? You laughed at your phone, taking a seat on your couch as you waited for the three dots that were ominously typing still. My dick, that's what's up.

Sounds like a you problem. There was a brief pause, and you liked to imagine Mary was staring at his phone with an eye twitching in annoyance.

gonna make it ur fuckin problem, u started this.

A few moments later, you received a picture message; a close up of Mary's hand, donning his signature signet and skull rings, boney and veiny and large, gripping his bulge in his tatty jeans just below his leather belt. Immediately, your stomach flipped at the picture. He knew exactly what he was doing. Game on.

You alone?

Very.

Good.

With confirmation of his situation, you decided to turn up the heat. Resting your phone against a pile of books on your coffee table, you sat on the edge of your couch and removed your shirt. You set the self-timer to 10 seconds, and got into position.

Spreading your legs, you placed both hands between them to 'hide' your core. To show off the curve of your waist and hips, you leaned your shoulders forward, the figure he adored and desperately wanted to touch protruding and accentuated in the position you sat. The mix of skin, but not too much, and suggestion would drive him insane.

Satisfied after a couple of takes, you sent the best one and waited.

On his end, Mary stared at his phone with a twisted smirk, palming the bulge in his jeans. He fucking loved your nudes, always way more tasteful, artistic than previously less imaginative partners. They were always so much sexier than a standard dick pic or titty pic, of which he'd received many of the years.

u look gd enough to eat. u know what ur doing to me?

You giggled at your phone screen, typing out your reply.

no... will you show me?

Oh, he'd love to.

Mary set up his phone similarly to yours, resting it against a pile of laundry at the end of the motel bed he was lounging on. He removed his own shirt, undid his belt and pulled his erection from his confines, allowing himself a few quick tugs to keep the desperation at bay.

Then he set the self timer and leaned back, one hand behind his head and the other holding his erection in plain sight.

When he sent you his picture, all you could think of was crawling up between those skinny legs of his and riding him into the early hours. You fucking missed him. You ached for him.

u see, baby? all u.

This smug bastard knew the effect he'd have on you. He was smirking in the fucking picture. Time to one-up him...

You stripped from your clothes completely, once again setting your phone up on your coffee table. This time, you knelt on the couch with your knees apart, your ass to the camera, and leaned over the back of it, arching your back to show off the roundness of your ass for him.

When you sent it, Mary audibly cursed to himself. God, you looked delectable... he could clearly see your sex between your legs, so clearly aroused and presented to him. If only he were there...

aw baby, u wanna b fucked from behind? u know i'd take you in a heartbeat...

His text had you squirming where you sat, biting your lip as your hand travelled between your legs. With one hand, you typed back a reply.

Love when you fuck me like that... you get so deep, miss that

Mary groaned as he fucked into his fist, uncontrollably at the visions of previous exploits where he'd done exactly as you'd described. This was torture, his hand would never compared to being wrapped up and squeezed by your tightness.

just u wait til i come home...

can't wait... my fingers don't do the job anywhere near as well. you teased, slowly stretching out your hole as you leaned back into your couch, whining at the feeling.

ur touching urself now?

You smiled, picturing Mary's reaction. You could be so cruel, just reply with a yes and leave it to his imagination. But you were feeling particularly spicy today after too long without him.

So instead, you set up your phone again and took up the same position as your last picture, this time hitting the record button. To the camera, you coated your fingers in your spit, sucking them into your mouth before using them to push two inside you, teasing as your digits disappeared.

You whined his name wantonly, your intention to sound like the whore Mary turned you into. He always loved the noises you'd make for him.

The video lasted less than a minute when you cut it off with a giggle, ending on a close up of your smirking face as you'd turned the video off.

Does that answer your question?

Mary lost his mind. How dare you stop the recording. How dare you moan his name like that.

He'd had enough, the teasing too much for him to handle.

Instead of texting back, he instead his the little video camera icon by your contact name, the line ringing a few times as he was met with his own face putting the camera back at his feet, pants now completely discarded in favour of total nudity much like you.

You let it ring a few times, setting it back down against the books and hitting the answer button as you sat back into the couch, legs crossed and hiding yourself from him.

"You get back in that fucking position right now," he told you, voice gravelly and dark.

"Aw, you not gonna say please?"

"No. Get back up on your knees and show yourself to me. Let me see the mess you're making."

You bit your lip and did as he asked, spinning and kneeling back on the couch.

"You know what to do, baby..." he told you, the slick sounds from his end of the call sending shivers down your back as he stroked himself.

You did as you were told, re-enacting the short video you sent him as he watched. Mary guided you through it, telling you what to do, how to fuck yourself for him to his exact specifications. He edged you for almost an hour, and himself along with you.

It always blew your mind how Mary was able to give you the most mind-shattering orgasms, even from hundreds of miles away...

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stargazing-imagines · 6 months ago

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Hold Me — Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

Description: you are back in Cousins, but along with you came a secret that you are hiding from Conrad.

Warning: fighting, violence, slight Domestic Violence, let me know if there’s more ASAP! Plus if you are in a Domestic Relationship, YOU DESERVE BETTER! just putting that out there! NOT EDITED!!

Fandom: the summer I turned pretty

A/n: it’s summer again and you know what that means!! TSITP imagines! So get ready for a ton of them! We may not be getting season 3 till 2025, but that doesn't mean the fics stop there! Enjoy Connie Baby Stans *Winky emoji*

“I don’t know what Conrad is going to say when he sees Connor.” You said as you were packing your suitcase to head back at another summer at Cousins beach, your best friend Carolina who sitting beside your open suitcase on the bed.

“Come on y/n, Conrad shouldn’t be that upset.” Said Caroline “I mean he was the one to break up with you, and you’re better then that.”

You half smiled at your friend before looking down at your suitcase, to say that you were looking forward to cousins would be a lie.

“I don’t know… the breakup was pretty messy.” You said removing your suitcase before sitting down on your bed.

“Yeah it was bad, you were in a ice cream coma for a long time.” Said carolina “besides this summer is the summer to embrace who you are! Be yourself.”

You smiled at Carolina, before nodding your head in confidence.

"Your right! I need to just be myself."

"That's the spirit." said Carolina "Now I have to go home before my mom makes an Amber Alert for me." said Carolina as she looked at her phone before looking back up at you "Have fun, remember, call me if I need to fight anybody."

You laughed waving her off.

"Ok kids I need you all to pitch in to help with the chores this summer." said you mother "Plus with Susannah in the shape that she is we will be helping her as much as we can."

"Wait... What do you mean with the shape that she is in?" you asked as you stopped mid-bite of your Fruity Pebbles.

"We didn't want to tell you kids till the end of summer because of the boys but... Susannah's cancer is back."

"is she going to be ok, right?" you asked, pestering your mother with questions about her health, your mother stayed silent.

"Oh my god... I need to talk to belly." you said as you stand up, but your mother stops you with her hand on your arm.

"She can't know y/n." said your mother "Susannah wanted to wait till the summer is over so that we all can have one last full summer together.

You nodded your head, letting the news sink in.

"ok mom... I keep it a secret."

"Come on Conrad, you seriously can't still be hung up on y/n." said Jeremiah as he was playing video games with steven, taking his eyes off the tv every few seconds.

"I heard that she got hot." said Steven "From the way Belly talks she has a whole boyfriend and everything."

"Can we stop talking about y/n?" asked Conrad as kept his focus on the television "Besides I don't care if she has a boyfriend or not."

"Oh thats right?" asked Steven as he paused the video game to face Conrad "Your dating Nicole."

At that moment, Belly came stumbling down the stairs in a blue and white summer dress, before she can open the door; laurel stops her.

"Where do you think you're going young lady?"

'Over to y/n's house... Me and Cam are double dating her and Conner at the drive in."

"Well... Ok." said Laurel "But be back by 10."

"11?" asked Belly

"10:30, and that's it."

"Yay! see you guys later." said Belly as she walked out the door, Laurel walks back into the kitchen, the boys hearing hushed voices from Susannah and Laurel.

"Belly has a date?"

"With y/n and Conner."

"Oh that sweet boy that Connie keeps mentioning? he so handsome, apparently he is lifeguarding with Jeremiah at the country club this summer.

"You know what I'm thinking?' whispered Steven to Jeremiah and Conrad.

"No... what?" asked Jeremiah

"Crashing this 'double date'."

"You know we can't do that?" asked Conrad

"Yeah but do you really want to leave y/n alone with this conner freakshow?"

"And see Belly making out with Cam Cameron? no way!" said Jeremiah

"Come on... I know you want to."

"Ugh fine!" said Conrad "lets go."

It was pitch dark at the drive-in, Barbie playing on the screen. Belly and Cam were in the back talking, and whispering. Y/n, and Conner were in the front seat, conner with his arm around y/n, and her head on his shoulder.

"Can you guys be quiet? we're trying to watch the movie?" asked y/n as she looked towards the back.

"Your no fun?" said Belly as she playfully shoved you.

"Your getting Cherry Coke all over my car!" yelled out Conner in a playful manner, but it didn't seem playful.

'Conner, chill." you said "She just a teenage girl."

"I know but did she have to come with us?" Whispered Conner "I mean..."

"She's my best friend Conner."

"She's 15 years old." said Conner "You shouldn't be hanging around with 15 year olds."

"That's it. I have had enough." you said as you get out of the car, slamming the door making Cam, and belly shrug their shoulders.

"What is wrong with you?!" shouted Conner as he came running behind you as you were speed walking away from the scene.

"Away from you!" you yelled before walking away again, that was the moment that you saw Conner's true colors.

He placed his hand on you arm, tightly swing you around to face him. Terrified to your core at his sudden move.

"Listen here, you are going to be a good girl and walk back to the car if you don't want anything bad to happen."

"Get your hands off her!"

you turned around, and saw Conrad trailing behind you.

"This doesn't apply to you." said Conner "Now go!"

"She not going anywhere with you, Jeremiah go get Belly and Cam they don't need to be hanging around this guy."

Jeremiah Nodded his head before walking away, Conrad facing you again, checking you over.

"Your ok?" asked Conrad "He didn't hurt you did he?" You shook your head.

"Go wait in the car." said Conrad as he looked Conner stern in the eye you followed his command walking away from the situtation.

"This isn't a place to fight man but what you did tonight really hurt her."

"Shes my girlfriend, she told me all about you and how you dumped her last summer." said Conner "You really think you are the guy for her huh?"

"Oh I know I'm the guy for her, and because of what you did... You deserve this."

With that, Conrad punched Conner in the face which resulted him into breaking his nose.

"Dude you broke my nose!"

"Be glad that was all that you have broken."

With that Conrad left

"How long has this been happening?" asked Conrad

"Ever since we broke up..."

"What else has he done to you?" Asked Conrad concerned

"I don't want to talk about it..." you said "Can you please hold me?"

"Of course."

The Summer I turned Pretty Masterlist

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years ago

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Baby Daddy: Booty Call

TW: smut. Language. Dark! Toxic rafe.

SUMMARY: You decide to play with your ex.

WORD COUNT: 1800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Baby Daddy: Booty Call

"Rafe?" You asked into the phone.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, appearing all the gentleman he'd used as a mirage to hide his gaslighting tactics and toxic wayward ways. For that, and an idea from a friend from work, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

"Is he okay?" He asked for details before the tension in his voice turned to silence.

"He's asleep..."

"Do you need something? I'm in the middle of a video meeting..." You grinned wickedly at the idea. You wanted to torment him for all the ways he barged into your life and pulled reluctant orgasms from your silent desperations to feel his touch again. Only this time, it would be on your terms. Even more so as he was technically in the middle of work.

"I'm just laying here..." He took a deep exhale. "Remembering how much you like these little lace panties..."

Your name came as a warning on his end of the call. "I don't think you'd want them very much right now though..."

"No?" He played along.

"They're ruined in the middle...soaking right through them." He could hear your smile through your words and it only amounted to a "Jesus Christ" Almost too silent to hear.

"I thought I heard you here earlier tonight. And it made me think of how you come when you want...take me against the wall...yep, panties are definitely ruined now..."

"Fuck...are you touching yourself?"

"Maybe."

"Tell me." He ordered as you hesitated.

"God dammit! Tell me right now." He remained quiet enough to not interfere with his meeting but loud enough for you to know you got to him.

"I have a nice...thick...vibrating little toy that I've taken a liking to lately. Oh shit!" You gasped as the buzzing was heard at the end of the call.

"Shit, baby, you shouldn't have to use a toy...you should be riding my cock right now..." He groaned. "Slapped on the ass for your little games..."

"But it feels," you paused to kaon, "Soooo good...I already wanna come...you've never made me come that fast..." You added insult to injury.

"You close?"

"Maybe..." You teased again. "Got my hands twisting my nipple like you do with your teeth when you use your fingers on me...bet you want to right now, don't you, Rafe?"

"So fucking badly." He moaned.

"Bet you want me there on my knees beneath your desk while I choke on you?"

"Baby, I'm gonna blow before I even get my pants off..."

"Ahhh...ahhh...Oh my God..."

"Fuck-" The sound of his belt and rustled fabric made you grimace. You meant to end the call here. Prepared to silence your ringer the rest of the night before getting off on the toy set on a medium speed directly against your clit. Its perfect suction and vibrations made you curl your toes. But you deserved to come. And he deserves to know it wasn't because of him. Not this time at least.

"You fucking your hand for me, Rafe?"

"Fuck yeah..."

"They can see you?"

"I muted myself...it's a voice call on my computer..."

"Rafe!" You gasped.

"Fuck! Did you come?! Don't tell me I missed it!"

"No...but that...oh my God..."

"Fuuuuck....I have to see you..."

"That wouldn't be appropriate...I'm only wearing the matching bra and since we aren't married-"

"I've made you come more times than I should have and you're denying me?" You saw the incoming call. "Answer the fucking call, you need to see how hard I am for you...fucking hell..."

"I'd rather hear it..." You could hear the sound of him spitting in his hand and the rush of fabric and the slipped slick made around his cock.

"Oh shit...you hear that huh? Imagining that dirty little mouth that's so fucked the next time I see it. I don't care where." He broke for a second, moaning and groaning as you silently rolled your eyes to how he sounded.

"Parent teacher conference is next week and I'm using one of those closets to make you take me on your knees. Maybe sneak over between meetings and take your ass-" You gasped at the thought, "Been so long since I've had you that way..."

"Oh God..."

"Maybe even make you dinner and finger you beside our son...giving you another baby before he goes to sleep-"

You heard the sound of his chair thrown behind him by the wheels rushing on the wooden floor.

"I'm gonna come...right on my fucking desk where you should be swallowing it!"

"Come for me Rafe..."

"Yeah?"

"Please..."

"Fuck." He hissed before offering those shuddered breaths you knew so well.

"Your turn." You had already come beneath his own release. Your ankles wrapped tight as your other hand came over your mouth to keep him from hearing you.

"Nah...just proving a theory."

"And what would that be?"

"Hearing you come does nothing for me now-" And with that, the call ended.

Victory never tasted sweeter. Your body buzzed with peace as you slipped off to sleep. The buzz existing between your legs as you could feel it worsen. God, it was orgasmic. Almost too real...

Your body arched in your sleep as the intensity heightened.

"Fuck..."

"That's it baby .." Rafe was at your feet, vibrator between your legs, as you fought the way he knew exactly how to make your eyes roll. Your attempts to stop him were in vain as your arms were bound to the bed.

"Can't have you trying to lie to me and say you don't want it-" He looked between your legs. "Pussy is already crying enough to tell me what you're too stubborn to..."

"Oh God..." He turned up the speed.

"You didn't let me see you come...so now I'm gonna make you do it for me in person..." He moved higher.

"It's too much!"

"Maybe you'll squirt then..." He winced before his second hand came to your breast.

"Had to jerk off after I called you again...you have no idea how fucking hard you make me..." He teased your nipples before his sentence came to an end.

"Because I know you baby. You call me to get you off. Deny it all you want but this little toy," he made it song at its highest setting against you. "Is only a placeholder until you're too desperate to deny my cock..."

"Fuck, Rafe...please!"

"You want my cock, bunny?" You bit your bottom lip to the word.

"You made some dirty promise to me...how about we make you show me you deserve to come..." He used only two fingers to turn your head to the side as he bent over you and parted your lips with his cock. Slow strides made into your throat as you took him greedily.

"God dammit, you're making such a mess..." He slipped two fingers inside of you and focused the vibrator on your clit. Full speed.

"You do not come until I say, so you understand me?" You whimpered before he hit your clit.

"Tell me you fucking understand me-"

"I understand-" But when his fingers returned, he was a menace. fucking your throat at the same speed of his fingers as you trembled beneath him.

"See baby....you love being ruined by me-"

"Fuck-" You gasped as he withdrew his cock and stroked it against your breast.

"I thought about you waking up with an ass full of me...ooh damn, might have to next time, that almost made me come just thinking about it..." He began to stroke.

"Shit...I also wanted your mouth to make me come...make you cry for me..." He brushed a tear from your cheek.

"But you're too good at that so I don't want your punishment to be over just yet..."

"No...I'm taking this pussy. She’s still fucking crying." He rounded his palm to your clit and made the perfect pressure as two fingers fucked you senseless.

"Come right now for me..." Your body unbuckled for him. "Harder!" Suddenly you sprayed. Cum coating him as he growled.

"Fuck, I love when you squirt!" He grinned. "More! Give me more!" He lowered beside the bed and fucked you even harder, the second orgasm building fast.

"Tell me."

"I'm gonna-"

"Tell me baby, I wanna know."

"I'm gonna fucking come again!"

"All over me, come the fuck on...oh yeah...goooood girl...oh yeah..." His fingers finally withdrew as he climbed on the bed.

"You're gonna take my cock now..." You shook your head. "Shh...shh...shh...make me come hard like you did and maybe I'll let you get one more..." You raised your hips to meet him as he slammed home once. Your body quivering as he pounded into you. The bed at war with the wall as he tore into the sheets beneath you. Every ounce of hatred and lust felt in every bitter thrust as perspiration offered the perfect glide for one another.

"Untie me! I want to touch you!" He knew what this meant. And with a single glide of his grip, he untied your dominant hand as you were adjusted onto him from below.

"Ride that cock baby, yeah...you know how..." He moaned beneath you, back arching and nails leaving bloody trails at your legs.

"Fuck!"

"Come for me! Rafe I wanna feel it-" You moaned as he stretched you to a bittersweet reach.

"Yeah?" He gripped you in place.

"Then you take every last fucking drop you little slut...oh yeah...oh shit..."

"Yes!" You gasped as he pistoned his release inside of you. The feeling of his jolting cock making you want even more. A mindset he shared as he pulled the vibrator to your clit. An arm around your backs and his body pressed to yours, you whimpered and thrashed, as he remained inside you.

"Fuck, you still feel so good coming right now..."

"I'm close!"

"You think I don't fucking know it?" He taunted. "Ooh baby...you're gonna do it again, aren't you?"

"I'm trying not to!"

"But if you do..." His fingers teased your ass. Your eyes rolled as he applied just minimal pressure. "You know it makes this easier for both of us..."

"Fuuuuuccckk..."

"Yeah, you love wherever I touch you because I always make you come, don't I?" He pushed the vibrator harder hasn't you, "don't I?!*

"Oh fuck yes?"

"So you know it’s stupid to play games with me, right, baby?"

"Yes! Oh God!"

"Oh yes..." And suddenly he stopped. The most mind bending release refused as he untied your other hand and simply walked to the door.

"Bad Girls don't get to play with their toys..."

"Rafe!"

"Next time you call, you let me see you..." And then he was gone...

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shubblelive · 2 years ago

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— CUT THAT

summary : being an editor for the sorry boys means you witness a lot of embarrassing moments. but there’s no one tommy would trust more with them.

genre : fluff

warnings: swearing, just general tommy-ness

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x gn!editor!reader

pronouns : they/them

featuring : cc!tommyinnit, cc!wilbur soot, cc!sorry boys (mentioned)

request : @gaytoadwithapopsicle can you do being a feminine reader (they/them or she/they) in sorry boys! and it’s tommy x reader (romantic)

word count : 966

note : i made reader an editor cause i had this cute little idea and it’s not really something you see in fics a whole lot

it was late. everyone else had gone home, it was just you, tommy and wilbur. you and wilbur in your separate booths editing videos, tommy sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest as he scrolled through his phone. wilbur was working on the first video and you were doing the colouring for the second, and the three of you had lapsed into a comfortable silence in the few hours you’d been there.

but of course tommy’s calm state had an expiration date that allowed approximately three hours of quiet, and now he was getting bored.

“can we go home?” he huffed. “i didn’t even get a chair. i don’t want to be a floor boy anymore,”

without even looking away from his monitor wilbur pointed at the couch behind him. you glanced at your boyfriend, giving a sympathetic smile. “i’ll be another hour or so, and then i still need to wait ‘till i get a reply. sorry, tom. you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

tommy sighed dramatically. “i offered you a lift home, i’d be a bit of a shit boyfriend if i left you here alone with him.”

“i’ll split an uber with you?” wilbur offered, spinning slightly in his chair. “make sure you get dropped of first.”

“oi,” tommy said from his position on the floor, pointing threateningly at wilbur. “back off,”

you rolled your eyes affectionately. “sorry, the lighting in this prison was absolutely abysmal. there’s a lot to fix.”

tommy finally pushed himself off the floor and almost tripped walking towards you, looking at your screen. the part you were currently colour-correcting was focused on charlie and wilbur, and tommy nodded resolutely. “yes, there is a lot to fix there. i don’t know how you stomach it,” you laughed quietly with wilbur rolling his eyes, but tommy wasn’t done. “like, look at his fucking hair. it’s too long, i hate it. i know something else that is too long.”

this time it was tommy sniggering at his own joke, but instead you looked up at him from your chair and said “how long we’ve been together.”

at that, wilbur burst into laughter, with tommy trying his best to hold back his own. he was spluttering while attempting to reply, and in the meantime, you decided to go back to your work. “anyway tommy. the amount of shit jokes of yours i have to cut out because they’re just not funny is so incredibly high, if anything it’s your fault we’re still here.”

“fuck you my jokes are funny.” tommy pouted. “at least my face doesn’t look like that.” he pointed to where you had paused on an unfortunate face charlie was making, and you scoffed.

“i have an entire folder of dumb faces you’ve made in videos that i’ve cut out,” you replied. “i just choose not to share them with you because i love you.”

“so you’ve been removing tommy’s face from the entire prison video, then?” wilbur asked.

you nodded. “the second you’re done with the courtroom cut i’ll go back and fix that one too.”

tommy was growing increasingly offended, hiding the fond smile he was directing at you. you’d been hired as an editor for the new group channel because of him, and while he’d known his friends would love you he had been a little worried. the two of you had only been going out for four months before you took the job, and at the time you’d only met wilbur.

but when you first showed up at the office on the day of the first full production meeting, he’d been relieved that everyone loved you. seeing you get along so well with wilbur filled him with comfort, and he resisted the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead, knowing it would break up the banter you were sharing.

“you can talk, wilbur.” he spoke up. “your face is dumb and if i were you i’d keep growing my hair out so no one has to see it.”

“says the kid who got the same haircut as me.” wilbur fired back.

“alright, you two,” you stopped them. “tom, give me half an hour and i’ll be done? then i am all yours for the rest of the night.”

tommy reluctantly nodded, and went to go sit back on the floor. but before he could, wilbur spoke up again. “nah, you guys are alright. you should go home, i’ll finish the rest of it.”

you shook your head, pointedly ignoring the way tommy’s face lit up at the prospect of getting to spend time with you after a very long day. “no, will. it’s too much for one person. it’s my job, i’ll do it. it’s fine, really.”

“whatever i don’t finish tonight, we can do tomorrow,” wilbur encouraged gently. “we’re way ahead of schedule thanks to you. take tonight off, go do what the youths do.”

“yeah, listen to him,” tommy nodded eagerly. “he’s old and wise like a president,”

you looked uncertain, but the fond smile wilbur was giving you both was enough to make you cave. “five minutes to finish up? then we can go home?” tommy nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple. that night, when you got back to your flat, tommy immediately pressed his face into the top of your head, holding you close to him.

“i missed you,” he mumbled. “i’m really glad you took the job. i love working with you.” his voice was low, and you knew he was being uncharacteristically earnest, but you couldn’t resist.

“i think i’m getting sick of you,” you tried, bringing a hand up to scratch his scalp gently.

“no you’re not,” he corrected, closing his eyes against your touch. he wasn’t wrong.

#wishing i could write my name on it #tommay #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit x reader fluff #tommyinnit fanfic

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sillygoose067 · 6 months ago

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Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch. 35

Charles Leclerc x Reader

The flight back to Monaco was just as tiring as the one to LA. This time though, you opted to stay with Charles and relax, utterly drained from your trip. The seats are spacious, with a lot of legroom, and seats that could be extended into pseudo-beds. Doing so, you stretch your tired limbs and snuggle into Charles's chest while he scrolls through the race stats and Twitter posts. Soon enough, he drifts off as well, holding you to his chest, chin resting atop your head, your arms wrapped around him under his sweater.

Kika and Carlos see this and walk up to take pictures– Kika because it was so cute and she’d send them to you later (or post them with your permission), and Carlos so that he could have some incriminating evidence against Charles in case he ever needed it.

…

While the rest of the race crew are dead to the world, you call over the attendant managing the meals and gently shake your boyfriend awake. “Charles, wake up”, you whisper. “We need to eat something, we missed it earlier.”

He mumbles something about wanting to sleep longer, but ultimately rubs his eyes and gains some clarity.

While you enjoy the meal, you talk in hushed whispers, not wanting to wake the others, but also wanting to keep the conversation private. “Charles… if you’re also okay with it, I think I’m ready to come out to the public about our relationship now.”

He nods in agreement. “Yes, me too, love. Especially because we take so many photos and videos– and the vlog. I think I’m ready to show off my beautiful girlfriend to the rest of the world.”

“I was thinking along the same lines.”

“What, that you wanted to show off your beautiful girlfriend?”

You shove him. “Haha, you’re so funny. No, that we took so many pictures and stuff, and I wanted to post them anyway…”, you shrug.

He pulls out his phone and kisses your temple while you scrunch your face cutely, taking a photo of the action, and gets to work on his latest post. You take one of you kissing his jaw and one of him looking down at you while you look up at him, hearts in both of your eyes.

Once done, you show each other your drafts, and save them to post once you land.

…

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“We’ve been together for three months…”

You squint at him. “Yes, and?”

“I know it’s rather early, and you’re new to this, and I don’t want to ruin things or rush or force you–”

“Get to the point Charles.”

“Um, will you move in with me?”, he asks, his voice increasing in pitch with every word.

Pause.

“I’m not sure if I heard you correctly. I think you asked me to move in with you?”

“...Yes.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide your excitement. “But won’t that mean you’d have to empty your precious closet space, convert your second guest room into a studio, sleep on one side of the bed, and make room in your bathroom cabinets for my products?”

“Baby, I’m so ready for any of that, all of that with you. You feel like a part of me now. I want to wake up every day with you in my arms. I want to make meals with you. I want to spend my free days lounging around and walking the streets with you. I even want to do your silly little skincare routines with you every night.”

You suppress the urge to climb him and wrap around like a koala. How can a man be this sweet, you think. I’d do almost anything for this man.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Yes!”

You cover his mouth with your hand, shushing him. “The others are still sleeping Charles”, you reprimand him softly. His eyes scrunch up into adorable half-moons as he smiles under your hand. Making sure he won’t be loud again, you remove your hand slowly. He leans in and kisses you, a fervent passion that expresses both of your emotions of happiness and excitement.

When you part, he speaks again. “Give me a week, love, and I’ll get all the stuff ready for you.”

“Ok. But, um, I’m going to need some help moving my equipment. If that’s possible?”

“Consider it done.”

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in-my-loki-feels · 5 months ago

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💖 Lokius

This is a continuation from this kiss prompt, where Loki got drunk after being left alone at Mobius' desk. (think early S1-era.) Putting it under a cut since it got long again.

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

Loki’s alcohol-fueled mayhem ran out eventually. One second he was pausing for breath, mid-song, and the next he had dropped into another analyst’s chair and passed out. Mobius figured there was no point dragging him somewhere else to sleep it off. He just rolled Loki and the chair over to his own desk, sat down, and got back to reading.

Sometime later, Loki jolted awake violently. He froze, then looked around quickly—searching for threats, Mobius thought—before visibly collecting himself. He sat up straight, tilted his head to crack his neck, and gave Mobius a winning smile.

“Still hard at work, I see? Do you ever take breaks, Agent Mobius?”

“Sure,” Mobius said. “Took one while you slept.” A lie, but not one he thought Loki would catch since he was still getting his bearings. Mobius gathered the files together and tucked them under his arm as he stood. “Come on, we’re burning daylight.”

“That…that makes no sense.” Loki scrambled after him, frowning. “There's no daylight here.”

“Guess you were paying attention during those videos you were trying so hard to ignore.”

Mobius walked fast, as if he could escape the memory of what had happened with a little distance, but the problem had long legs and was following him. He’d done his best to forget about the kiss while Loki was asleep, but focusing on work only let him put it out of his mind temporarily. It was harder now that Loki was awake, even if he was acting like nothing had happened. Mobius needed to do the same. If Loki didn’t remember, that was the best outcome.

“You seem tense,” Loki remarked as they wound their way through corridors to an elevator. Mobius tried to lower his shoulders out of their defensive hunch.

“Just eager to catch this variant,” he said and pressed the call button.

Loki was quiet after that, which should have been a blessing except Mobius knew Loki. He could practically feel something building.

Sure enough, Loki opened his big mouth and said, “Is this about the alcohol I found? I must point out it wasn't hidden very well.”

“The—” Mobius turned, equal parts stunned and annoyed. Loki remembered the alcohol? What about the dancing and the singing? And the kiss?

Loki’s expression was a study in innocence, like he didn’t see anything wrong with what he’d done.

The elevator doors opened with a ding and Mobius stepped in, trying not to reveal how Loki’s comment had left him floundering.

“It was at my desk,” he said, jabbing the appropriate button after Loki followed him in. “I wasn’t expecting to have to hide it from snoops.”

“Snoops?” Loki echoed with a derisive sniff. “Please.”

The elevator hummed as it carried them through the TVA. Mobius thought he might have offended Loki enough to move on, but then Loki side-stepped closer.

“If this sudden shift in mood hasn’t anything to do with a lack of rest, or the alcohol I sampled—”

“Sampled,” Mobius muttered, rolling his eyes upward.

“—then it must be because—”

The elevator dinged again, cutting Loki off. The doors opened and Mobius hurried out, almost bumping into an analyst who’d been waiting. He turned left, hearing Loki close behind, and felt his shoulders tensing again as he waited for the question he was dreading.

“Did you not care for the dance, Agent Mobius?”

Mobius came to a stop, turning to face Loki. The smirk on his face told Mobius enough. Fine. Two could play this game.

“It wasn’t bad, maybe a little clumsy. Not your best effort,” Mobius said, giving Loki a smirk of his own before he walked away.

Loki was briefly stunned into silence and then called after him, “I beg your pardon?” He caught up easily. “What do you mean, not my best effort?”

“The seduction. That’s what you were going for, right?” Mobius glanced over as they walked. Loki looked surprised. Gotcha. “Seduce your way into my good graces so you could steal my TemPad and escape. Am I wrong?”

He didn’t think that had been Loki’s plan at all. Mobius had seen a lot of footage from Loki’s life. He knew Loki was good at seducing people, but he’d always done it with grace and cleverness, manipulating his target into easily following whatever plan Loki had in mind.

That drunken kiss hadn’t felt premeditated. It had felt impulsive, or like a momentary lapse of sanity. For both of them.

The accusation seemed to have flabbergasted Loki. He said nothing for the rest of the walk to the Archives, turning into a silent shadow as Mobius greeted the Head Archivist and returned the files he carried. He'd decided he would put Loki to work reviewing some of the original attacks by the Variant and go get himself a snack to put an end to this conversation.

Except once Mobius ducked down an aisle, he realized Loki was following a lot closer than he’d thought. He tensed as Loki caught him by the shoulder and spun him around, crowding close so Mobius’ back hit the shelves. The look on Loki’s face wasn’t much different from when they’d fallen into Mobius’ chair together.

“You’re right, of course,” Loki said, lowering his voice. “Shall I try again?”

Loki held Mobius’ chin with one hand and licked into his mouth like he was picking up exactly where they'd left off. Mobius grabbed Loki’s arm but there was no budging him. Loki was taking what he wanted, and Mobius, unfortunately, was rapidly loosing any desire to stop. Loki’s breath still tasted of whiskey and the kiss was hot and hungry and quickly devouring Mobius’ common sense.

Loki pinned Mobius to the shelves, bringing their bodies flush, and Mobius had to stifle a moan at how good Loki’s body felt against his own. There was no way to hide his reaction, but then Loki rocked their hips together and he could feel Loki was getting hard as well.

It seemed to surprise both of them because Loki pulled back slightly. They were still pressed close from the waist down and their breaths mingled in the scant distance between their faces.

“Is that better, Agent Mobius?” Loki asked. He was clearly trying for a commanding tone, but his voice was rough and his gaze had locked onto Mobius’ mouth. He didn’t wait for an answer, just leaned in to kiss him again. He gave up trying to hold Mobius still and instead slid his hands into Mobius’ hair. Mobius grabbed Loki’s hips and yanked him close, dragging a groan out of Loki.

Then Mobius’ TemPad beeped with a message.

They both startled, breaking the kiss. Loki’s face was flushed, almost as much as it had been when drunk. Mobius doubted he looked any better. His whole body felt like it was aflame and his hair was probably sticking out from Loki’s fingers running through it. He hadn’t loosened his hold on Loki and could feel they were both still hard.

They stared at each other, wide-eyed, as Mobius whispered, “Shit.”

Couldn't resist mirroring the ending, hehe. From this ask game. Other ficlets here.

#lokius fic #wanderingflame fic #ask game answers #wf kiss game #loki #mobius

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zarvasace · 5 months ago

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SKY!!! Anything with sky please and thank you <3

Of freaking course :) some more sci-fi au because I can't get it out of my headddddd. Only about 500 words

References the fic Powerlessness and Trust

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Sky pushes the little globe diagram to the side, where it continues to spin and give off blue light, and pulls up an empty table. He uses a physical keyboard to fill it out with data he's long since memorized. “Anything new on your end?”

The colorful but staticky video of Zelda’s head and shoulders on the wall in front of him shrugs. “Not much, no. I mean, our control station is finally set up for deep-space communications.” She gestures, clearly indicating this call. The video cuts out for a moment but returns as she hits something with a gloved hand. “Mostly.”

“I mean, I won't complain about seeing your beautiful face more often,” Sky teases. He brings up another planet’s diagram and positions it next to the first, using a feature to snap them into place. Some numbers fill out automatically. “I do have something more serious to tell you, though.”

“Oh?” Zelda pauses, the end of a normal pen between her lips. She pushes a piece of whitened hair behind her ear.

Sky glances at his bedroom door, but it's shut and sealed. He has the lights in here turned up quite far with full-spectrum bulbs to simulate the sun. Twilight doesn't do well in the light, so it's a bit dim everywhere else on the ship, but Sky still needs time in the light. He's pretty sure that nobody can hear him through the door.

Still, he lowers his voice. “You remember the Champions.” It isn't a question, but she still nods. “The Hylian Champion is still alive. And so is the princess.”

Zelda drops the pen and covers her mouth. The video call doesn't transmit enough details to be sure, but Sky can imagine tears in her pale eyes. “She is? They are? Are you certain?”

Sky thinks back to that rather awful night trapped in a Black-Blooded dome, the holovideo he'd seen there, and the undeniable resemblance between the Champion and Wild, as well as the conversations they've had since. “I am.”

“Well, where are they?” Zelda asks. “Taking it easy, I hope? We have years of lunches to catch up on.”

“They experienced some, uh, temporal displacement too,” Sky says. He copies some of the data from one table into another and runs a little simulation. A tiny hologram of the Epona flies between the two planets and crashes on the second. He frowns. That isn't right. “He's still my age. And I can only imagine that she's still yours, too. I'll try to find you a way to contact her, but from my understanding, she's deep into hiding.”

Zelda nods, serious. “I understand. I probably would be, too. Please let me know if there's a way to say hello, I… miss her.”

“I thought maybe you might.” The second simulation Sky runs ends in the little hologram of the ship landing safely. He nods, and a blinking light in the corner of the video catches his attention. “I'll ask. It looks like I need to go, though.”

“All right.” Zelda smiles and lays her hand on the screen. “Stay safe, love.”

“I will. You too.” Sky touches the image of her hand, and although they're separated by lightyears, he can almost feel her skin. “See you later.”

“Bye!”

#my writing #prompts and minifics #linked nexus #lu #lu sky #uhhh ship tag?#sky x sun #idk

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kumezyzo · 1 year ago

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yea idk. this is the q&a metioned in this post. 1.5k words... and its all bf!sapnap 😁😁

the spaces between questions are supposed to indicate that a little time has passed, like a cut that would be in a video.

shout out to 🐬 anon for helping me with some of the questions! theyre absolutely amazing 💜💜

anyway, enjoy! or dont.... :) m.list

you and nick sat infront of your desk, both of you going through your phones, making sure you have the questions you both picked out from the responses on your tweet.

you put your phone down and set up your recording. nick reached over, keeping his eyes on his phone, placing his hand on your thigh. it was almost like second nature for him to then start rubbing his hand up and down your thigh.

you pause for a moment, your camera recording. you looked at the moniter that showed you what your camera was seeing. at the very bottom, nicks hand was clearly in your lap, moving slowly. the sight made butterflies flutter in your stomach for a moment.

"you ready?" you ask, looking over at your boyfriend, your eyes darting to the hand on your thigh before looking back up.

"mhmm..." he hummed, double checking one last time before looking up and smiling at you.

"okay then..."

"hey, guys! so, we're finally doing that q&a that we said we might do during our announcement video!" you said, smiling into the camera. "we- well, I tweeted out 'ask questions for a couple q&a' which is kinda cringey but gets the point across!" you laughed awkwardly.

"yea, i mean, to be fair, we just needed something to get people to ask questions," nick said shrugging comically by lifting his arms.

"yea..." you said trailing off. "okay lets start!"

'when did you start dating?'

you read the question out loud, looking up into the camera, "a few months ago. this past november," nick nodded in agreement.

"that kinda goes with one of my questions 'how long did you guys like eachother before you started dating?'"

"oh.... umm..." you trailed off, thinking back to a few months ago when you both started talking.

"ive liked you since the first moment i saw you," nick said dreamily making you shake your head with a snile.

"shut up," you said with a giggle. "i think it was maybe a few months before then... august, september-ish? i think by then it was less of a platonic relationship if im honest."

you looked over at nick, to see him already staring at you. you smiled at him in confusion, tilting your head slightly.

"i think i liked you before then. i always thought you were really pretty. and like you were funny and nice. it just changed for some reason," he said looking into your eyes softly. "and im glad it did..."

you let out a soft breath in surprised confusion. you looked back at the camera and tried to hide your smile.

"phew... okay your turn to read a question!" you said, trying to shift the tension.

"i just did, peaches," he said nonchalantly. you looked into the camera, your eyes widening for a second before you tried to hide the flustered look on your face.

'what did the dream and george think when you told them you were dating?'

"dream already knew i was going to ask you out the night it happened. i had been talking to him about it a lot and he had kinda been telling me to just get it over with," nick said, looking at you as he spoke.

"poor guy," you said shaking your head. "he had to hear about how much you were falling in love with me." you said, flipping your hair.

"yea, he did get tired of hearing about it," he said laughing. "and george just kinda knew, i guess."

you laughed, "he texted me like a week before we officially started dating. he asked me 'are you and sapnap dating? or is it going to happen anytime soon?' and didnt know what to tell him."

'who asked out who?'

you raised your eyebrows at him in amusement once he read the question, "you should answer this one, lover boy."

nick chuckled softly and smiled. "i asked her out..."

you waited for him to continue before you realized he wasnt going to. "oh, come on," you scoffed. "okay, he called me super late at night and-"

"no! they dont need to know all of that!"

"and he basically told me that he loved me and that he wanted to be my boyfriend."

nick groaned as his face began to turn red. you grinned at him and gave him a peck on his cheek. he playfully shoved you away as you giggled.

'do you have nicknames for eachother yet?'

"just babe and baby, really..." you said, trying to recall anything youve called him aside from his name.

"same for me... and i call you peaches," he says, failing to hold back a grin as he looks at the way you shake your head.

"and mamas-"

"okay! next question!" he cut you off, causing you to let out a loud laugh.

nick looked at the camera mischievously as you waited for him to ask the next question.

'favourite position?'

"i think mine would have to be cowgirl," he says nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on his phone as he answers.

your eyes widen at him before your hand shoots to cover your mouth in shock. you turn to stare at the camera, speechless as you lean foreward and rest your elbows on your desk, covering your face in embarrassment.

nick giggles loudly, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he watches your body shake in embarrassed laughter.

"what is wrong with you?!" you yell, your voice slightly muffled by your hands.

he let out a similar high pitched laugh as he got up from his chair and covered his face in embarrassment.

you turned your face in your hands to look at him as he shook his head at you, a groan leaving both of you.

"im keeping that in."

"no youre not!"

"i have to!" you said laughing at the way he shakes his head at you. "youre the one that said it!!"

"but your not supposed to-" he groans, "dont put it in!"

"its going in!" you bleeped him saying which position in post

'is yn moving into the dream team house?'

nick looked at you, not knowing how to approach answering your question.

"i think it would make sense in terms of me being the 'honourary dream team member'," you said with air quotes. "but i dont think i will be moving in." you finish with a smile and looking back down at your phone to find your next question.

"wait you dont want to move in?" nick asks, looking at you in confusion with his head tilted slightly.

"thats not what i said," you said with a confused smile.

"so why dont you?" he asked, this time more as an invitation.

"wha- i mean-" you stammered trying to think of a way to make sense of what just happened. "you want me to?"

"of course i do," he smiled.

he leaned in and gave you a peck on your lips. you smiled and your eyes darted down to his lips again. you licked your lips subtly before leaning back in and kissing him longer this time.

nick reached his hand up to hold the side of your neck as he deepened the kiss. he licked your upper lip, causing you to lightly part them. he took that as a chance to pull on your bottom lip and lightly suck on it before pulling away from you completely.

he pulled away and licked his lips as he nonchalantly pulled out his phone to find his next question.

you looked at him speechlessly and flustered. if you looked close enough at his phone, youd notice he was staring at his home screen, also trying to compose himself. you were just trying to make a mental note to cut that out of the video. you did dw

'why did you decide to announce it now?"

"i think it was just that it felt right," you said, shrugging. "we have been officially dating for like five months-"

"technically four,"

"no?"

"baby, yes,"

"nick, if it was the end of november-"

"its not even a week of november that we dated!"

"and then the entirety of december, january, february, and now the end of march?!"

"thats four months, baby. and maybe a week!" he said waiting for you to do the math in your head. your eyes darted around as you thought for a second. then you pursed your lips and looked away from both nick and the camera in embarrassment.

"I'll still love you dont worry," nick said, reaching back over to your thigh and giving it a soft squeeze.

"shut up," you said rolling your eyes.

"wait, have a question," nick said as you were about to say your next one.

"okay," you said, unsuspecting.

'how many times a week do you have sex?'

"nick!" you look at him in disbelief.

he giggles mischievously, "it really depends on the week, sometimes its every-"

"okay! thats all we need for today!"

"isnt it 'all we have for today'?" he asks with a smirk.

"no today, its all we need," you glare at him. "im done with this q&a," you say as you shake your head.

"thank you guys so much for watching! i hope you enjoyed? dont go subscribe to him! but definitely subscribe to me!" you say with a smile on your face.

"what why?!"

yea idk if i like this much, its kinda bad. i hope you enjoyed. comment, request shit, like. idk 💜 -nony

#🐬 anon #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap x y/n #sapnap x streamer reader #sapnap x streamer #smutty?#stan 🐬 anon

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redhairedwolfwitch · 2 years ago

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Won The Goalie - Clàudia Pina x Reader

A/n: A continuation of Score A Goalie. Might be a bit of a long one.

Spain may have ended up losing in the quarter-finals of the euros, but Clàudia had still scored a goalie, your relationship with the Barcelona player stronger than before after the competition, spending as much time as you could together before your respective preseasons began and new transfers were being announced.

With the retirement of your captain, Sampedro, Lola was now team captain and number one goalkeeper for Atleti. This wasn’t the end of the constant changes that you took like punches to the gut. Deyna and Laia had left for Manchester City, Vir was dating someone, but you weren’t sure who, and Carmen and Lola were both being weird.

This meant that Lola fueled her energy into adopting the new youngest player of the team, Andrea Medina, with you being teased that you now had a team baby sister, since Lola was your team mum. However, everyone forgot a common worry that some families have when new baby siblings are introduced. The older one being forgotten about.

Tapping your foot against your kitchen floor, you stirred the pot carefully, trying to stop any of the food from burning to the bottom of the pan. Your tablet starting to ring caught your attention though, a smile creeping onto your face as you hit the answer button.

“¡Hola, cariño! I liked your tiktok!” your girlfriend’s face appearing over the video call lifted a weight from your shoulders, continuing to stir your dinner as you looked at the tablet camera.

“Thank you, baby! Wait, do you mean my ‘teenage dirtbag’ one or… the one where Lola bribed me to dance with her and Vir… because I don’t think those ones will be happening anymore, Lola stopped asking me since Medina will do them voluntarily… sorry, I’m rambling…” you apologised, turning away to look at the pan of food again, not seeing how your girlfriend’s smile turned into a concerned frown at what you said.

“I like both, we will have to go dancing together next time! It is weird here too, Jenni has left… we both lost our team madres, but Alexia is still here, recovering.” Clàudia pointed out, you both pausing to reflect on the number of teammates who had left Barcelona and Atlético Madrid over the summer.

“Jenni moved to Mexico, whilst Lola… is too busy to have to worry about me. How is Alexia anyway?” you enquired, turning off the hob as you went to serve your food.

You didn’t expect to hear Alexia herself answer, splashing the sauce down your shirt instead of into the bowl as you flinched, Alexia’s voice startling you since you expected an answer from your girlfriend.

“Are you okay, chica?” Alexia frowned as you disappeared off camera with a slight yell.

“Just a second… I need to change my shirt… got sauce all over it!” you called out, hurriedly throwing your stained shirt in the sink before grabbing one of your girlfriend’s hoodies that she’d left with you (or you’d stolen, you were not going to disclose which it was).

“You are cooking?” Alexia began to tease, but you tried to hide the sad look on your face.

“Don’t you have dinner with Lola and Carmen on this day every week-” Clàudia cut herself off, realising what had gone on, “They forgot about you?”

“Lola’s busy, she barely has time during goalkeeper training now, so I am trying to cook dinner. Carmen’s coming over, but my cooking might scare her off. Unless I ditch this, and make pancakes… those pancakes I made for breakfast were okay, right?” you looked at Clàudia on the screen, who immediately flushed red as Alexia raised an eyebrow at you cooking Clàudia’s breakfast.

“When was this? In Paris?”

“Uh, no, it was…when Clàudia stayed with me here, in Madrid before pre-season…” you bit your lip, realising Clàudia had gone redder than you thought was possible under the teasing gaze of her captain, who hummed as she processed what you had said.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, until you heard the buzzer go off, “un minuto!” hurrying over to check who it was, then let Carmen into the building.

“Carmen?” Clàudia asked knowingly, but she still tilted her head slightly, wondering if it was just Carmen.

“Yeah, just Carmen. Everyone else… has better things to do I guess.” Shrugging, you went to open the door, waiting for a second before Carmen pulled you into a hug, walking into your kitchen with a shocked expression.

“¿Qué ha pasado aquí? Hola, Clàudia, hola Alexia!” Carmen’s gaze changed from where you’d splashed sauce everywhere, to the t-shirt in the sink, to the tablet set up on video call, as she asked what had happened here, in your kitchen.

“I tried to make dinner, but Alexia scared me and the sauce splashed a bit.” You explained, grimacing as Carmen looked over what you had made, grabbing a spoon to try it.

“Well, it is not poison. Good job!” Carmen chuckled, raising her hand to offer you a high five, “but you only made enough for two?”

“Lola and Vir have other things to do,” shrugging, you gently high-fived Carmen before moving to sort out the food, Carmen talking to Alexia and Clàudia about something as you zoned out trying to find the cutlery in your kitchen.

“¡Hola, chicas!” you almost dropped the spatula you were holding as you heard now Jenni’s voice over the video call, looking at Carmen with wide eyes as she shrugged at you. Apparently Jenni had time to video call even with the seven hour time difference.

Walking back into frame, you passed Carmen a bowl of the food you’d made, the two of you watching the video call like it was reality tv with the bonus of food.

“Quiet in Madrid? Where are Lola and Vir?” Jenni raised an eyebrow, spotting how you and Carmen were the only ones in frame at your apartment, Carmen explaining whilst you picked up your drink.

“I will add them to the call!”

Clàudia’s eyes widened as Jenni put her foot in it, sending call requests to Lola and Virginia whilst you had a much more vivid reaction. Choking on your drink, you surprised Carmen who hurried to help you, whilst Alexia and Clàudia were stuck watching the chaos from Barcelona, as Lola eventually appeared on the call.

The goalkeeper raised an eyebrow as you dropped out of frame quickly, the choking noises alarming her and confusing Andrea who was in the background of Lola’s screen.

“¿Qué está pasando?” Lola frowned, her question repeated as Virginia graced what had now become a group video call with her presence, asking what was going on.

“What’s happening is- this turned into a group call and dinner went cold, hey, babe, were the pancakes okay? I’d rather not poison Carmen, or myself, by making them again?” you hesitated as you spoke, directing your eyes on the one camera where Clàudia and Alexia were. Alexia was giving Clàudia an amused look as your girlfriend paused in her answer.

“Babe?” Jenni began to tease, spotting how Clàudia had started to blush again.

“When did you make pancakes for Jenni’s child?” Lola raised an eyebrow, realising that you had never mentioned this before.

“When she came to Madrid after the Euros and stayed here…” you trailed off, eating a mouthful of the food you had left over, Carmen doing the same but hiding the shit-eating grin she had on her face as Jenni, Lola and Virginia processed what you had just said.

“When did you go to Madrid?” Jenni enquired, wondering when Clàudia had time to visit where Jenni was from.

“You stayed at mini-Lola’s place?” Virginia added, about to smirk but Lola’s frown stopped her.

“Together? When was this? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“No, she stayed at mine and I slept at a hotel- we both stayed here!” you deadpanned, shrugging as Carmen face-palmed, raising an eyebrow at your boldness, “I tried to tell you, but-”

“Mini-Lola?” you froze as Andrea spoke, Lola’s focus completely gone as she gave Andrea a recap of last season, how you were Lola’s mini version, and you and Clàudia had met then started dating, to what Lola was just finding out now.

“You two are having sleepovers?” Alexia smiled as Clàudia was forced to explain, realising that you had gone out of frame to try to make the pancakes.

“Uh, cariño! The pancakes were great, just not the first one-”

“The first one is supposed to go wrong! It’s a test pancake!” you pouted, appearing back on screen holding a bag of plain flour, not realising there was some on your nose until Carmen had thrown a tea towel at you, everyone else bar Lola, who was still talking to Andrea, trying to hide their amusement at you.

“How did this go from video calling one person… to a group call?” you enquired as you began to mess around with the pancake batter, ignoring how everyone was now watching you like it was a reality tv cooking show, instead trying to direct a wink at Clàudia. The wink clearly failed as you heard the older players’ reactions whilst you were whisking the batter, rolling your eyes at their teasing.

Your focus remained between the pancake batter that was currently cooking with the frying pan that Carmen had found in one of your cupboards and your girlfriend on the video call, ignoring everyone else as they chattered amongst themselves. The occasional question was thrown to you, but you would hum, watching the pancake batter begin to bubble.

“Are you having pancakes instead of dinner?”

“If you weren’t so busy, we could have gone out to that place we talked about weeks ago, for the weekly meal but those don’t really happen anymore, and I can cook pancakes… sorry if you wanted something more healthy Carmen, I think I have salad in the fridge?” You answered Lola’s question without looking up from the pan, carefully using the spatula to flip the pancake, allowing the other side to cook as you gestured for Carmen to look in the fridge.

You could feel the awkwardness radiate from the call as Lola said what you knew she would say. She was busy as the new captain helping the new players fit into the team and helping the team with the league, but… it was like you didn’t matter anymore. You couldn’t say anything because it was too logical as to why Lola was so busy, so it didn’t matter what you thought. Your eyes remained on the pancake in the frying pan, fighting back tears as you let out a choked sigh.

“¿Estás bien, cariño?” Clàudia looked concerned as you managed to force yourself to look up from the pan, ignoring Carmen’s concerned gaze as you let out a breath and nodded.

“I’m going to finish these pancakes, have a nice night everyone.” You forced a smile, leaving the group video call quickly as you propped up the tablet to open the direct messaging to your girlfriend, typing a message to her before leaving the tablet alone.

“So, how many pancakes do you want?” you turned to Carmen, who raised an eyebrow as you removed the latest pancake from the pan, trying to hide her shock as it was not burnt.

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It didn’t take long for things to get even worse. Lola hadn’t told you about what was going on with the Spanish national team, but Clàudia filled you in, and you were ready to fight, even though you’d never played at an international level, or even been called up. The October international break rolled around, and your teammates, and some of Clàudia’s headed to Mallorca, after the requests of the fifteen players, including your girlfriend and (former) team mum, were aired out to the public by the RFEF.

Whilst everyone was enjoying Mallorca, you stayed in Madrid, spending the first few days completely alone, with only contact from Clàudia, before she ended up joining you in Madrid, keeping you company. You were laying with your face in her lap, her fingers drawing patterns on the back of your neck as you hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her thigh before turning your head to look up at your love.

“Tengo miedo de no jugar esta temporada.” You admitted, chewing your lip as Clàudia processed what you had said. You were scared you would not play this season.

“¿Por qué?” Clàudia asked why, her focus on why you did not think you would play.

“Lola is playing every match, she is captain every match… there is no sign that me, or Paula, will play. Atleti need Lola, not me. I- I can’t just analyse how Lola plays every match, I need to play, but… what do I do?”

“Go on loan?”

“But, what if I end up even further away from you?” you rolled onto your back, head resting in Clàudia’s lap as her hand rested on your collarbone, her thumb running circles on your skin.

“What if you end up closer? We will be okay, cariño. We will see each other at breaks, and games, and te amo, cariño.” Clàudia reasoned, not expecting you to sit up, straddling her lap as you sat in it, your hands cupping her face, looking into her eyes.

“Yo también te amo.”

Clàudia smiled as you admitted you loved her too, leaning forwards so her lips met yours, the kiss shifting from gentle to more passionate as Clàudia’s hands gripped your waist.

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October to November, another international break incoming but this time you had plans. Your request to go on loan was pending, and if things went well, you would be going on loan to another Spanish club that needed a goalkeeper from January. A key detail of the loan though, you had to get minutes. You’d seen social media talking about a player Arsenal obtained from Barcelona, but they sent her on loan to Everton, to end up not getting enough minutes for the world cup, and Arsenal admitted to re-evaluating the loan in January if things did not change. Another key detail from the loan came a lot later however. The option that the loan could become a transfer if things played out differently.

Lola and Vir were still wrapped up in what they were doing, and Carmen did spend some time with you, but nobody really noticed you were slipping away from Atleti. Only Clàudia knew what was going on, but her team mums were also getting insights into it. Jenni only knew from the video calls, when time zones were in the Spanish players’ favour, whilst Alexia could talk to Clàudia herself whilst recovering from her ACL injury.

Clàudia seemed fine, until the November international break approached, and you were a lot harder to get hold of. You’d left Madrid, heading to England to spend a few days in the Lake District, and the last thing you’d posted was peaceful.

You stood near the lake, chewing your lip as you walked back towards where you were staying, with the wifi struggling to upload your photos you’d just managed to take. You had your back towards the camera, looking out at Windemere in the one you chose for your Instagram post, whilst your Instagram stories got the rest of the photos, plus a specific song you chose, having the lyrics appear on the screen with the photo as the song played. The Lakes by Taylor Swift. You decided to make a travel tiktok for England later.

Walking back out to the lake, you didn’t think your feed would refresh and show you a photo that with a second glance, had you wanting to wash your eyes. Instead, your phone slid from your grasp and you heard a splash.

“Ew! Ah! No, no no! Please still work… fuck! Rice, I need rice!”

Luckily you still had your tablet, so you could video-call Clàudia and explain that all you had managed to save from your phone was the sim card, which somehow still worked, but the phone itself was gone. Your texts went unread, Whatsapp inaccessible, and phone calls were not getting through.

This meant that you didn’t see Lola, Carmen, Vir, even Jenni and Alexia, all separately trying to contact you, everyone scattered slightly as they were all between Madrid and Barcelona, but you had gone radio silent at an English lake.

You somehow made your flight back to Spain, even though it had been delayed by an hour. Phoneless, you were unable to ask anyone to pick you up, instead getting a taxi to where Clàudia had told you that everyone was going for dinner. Jenni was back in Spain after Pachuca lost the quarter-final against Monterrey on aggregate.

None of them expected you to walk in the door, but Clàudia had been awfully quiet about you, while everyone else was still trying to figure out if you were still even in England or not. None of them realised how far you’d slipped away, how fraying your friendships with them were getting, even when they realised none of them knew when your returning flight was. Nobody but Clàudia knew you had requested to go on loan yet either, Lola even taken unaware at this point, but her focus was the transfers and the rest of the team. Maybe she figured since you were her mini-her, you could handle yourself and be fine on your own.

“You’re here!” Leila cheered, hurrying over to hug you after Clàudia had got up from the table, having spotted you walking into the restaurant late.

“You’re back? When did you get back?” Jenni had to hide the excitement in her tone, noticing how Lola had tensed up at your arrival.

“What are you wearing?” Patri tried to avoid laughing but she gestured to the clothes you’d worn on the flight.

“Cariño, how was your flight? I saw it was delayed.” Clàudia asked, holding your hand as she brought you over to the table, where an empty seat had been left for you.

“You just flew back? Did you eat anything?” Carmen raised an eyebrow, about to ask for a menu to be brought over, when Lola finally spoke, and everyone else fell silent.

“We tried contacting you, we were worried.”

You didn’t look at Lola, or Jenni, as you revealed something in a plastic bag full of rice.

“I got jumpscared by Instagram, dropped my phone in the lake. Now it’s just a decorative paperweight.” You shrugged as the bag of rice with your broken phone in was taken from your hands for closer examination.

“You brought it back, in the bag of rice?” Carmen hid her amusement behind her hand, not realising you were avoiding looking at Lola and Jenni. Instead you took the menu you were given and asked Clàudia about the food, trying to ignore how Patri and Leila were making fun of your comfy airport clothes.

“Evidence. It’s not like I just wasn’t replying because I was too busy… my phone went for a swim, and I haven’t bought a new one yet. That flight was…” you shivered, remembering the flight as Clàudia frowned, immediately reaching over to you, talking you through the menu and what the others ordered.

The slight dig at Lola made her eyebrows raise, but instead, she was handed the bag of rice with your paperweight of a phone in it, distracting her as she saw what you had in your phone case. Two small polaroids that were now slightly stuck together with the water. One polaroid was of you and Clàudia, whilst the other, was you, Carmen and Lola. Lola’s arms were around you protectively, whilst Carmen was holding the camera, and you were holding up a peace sign with a grin.

Lola glanced up from the polaroids to where you were talking to Clàudia, a grin on your face that Lola hadn’t seen in a while now. Even during goalkeeper training you didn’t smile as much as you did last season.

“What was the instagram post that scared you? Can you find it again? I want to scare some people!” Jenni asked, about to pass you her phone, but you zoned out, a shiver running over you as the post popped up in your head again.

“I would rather never see that image again, to be honest with you, Jenni.”

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Alexia found out you were back in Spain when her teammates began posting stories and instagram posts that had you in, although your comfy airport clothes contrasted their dinner clothes massively.

It took a video call to Patri for the Barcelona captain to get a glimpse of you, alive, walking through a phone shop looking for a new phone with Clàudia helping you. Your Atleti teammates were busy, but that didn’t matter to you as much when you were with Clàudia, although Patri and Leila were third and fourth wheeling, slightly.

Patri began to explain the bag of rice with your broken phone that you had brought to the dinner, confusing the captain until Leila added you had dropped it in the lake in England, seeing something on instagram that had scared you.

You’d withheld the information about the post in question, only telling Clàudia what you had seen, leaving her to tease you about Spanish girls, but you frowned, admitting the only person you wanted to kiss on the mouth was her, since she was your girlfriend. Clàudia smiled softly, admitting the same thing before she was about to lean in and kiss you, only stopping when Leila walked over, asking if you’d picked out a new phone yet, because she and Patri were bored.

You had to return to Atleti for training to begin the next day, so you stuck to Clàudia as much as possible, setting up your new phone, importing your old data but also creating new memories, and taking new photos with the girl you love.

Lola and Jenni did not expect a venmo request from you, the attached message explaining why your phone ended up in a lake in England. Jenni’s photo of her and Lola had horrified you, and your phone ended up going for a swim.

Neither of them paid the request, Jenni more amused than anything that it was her photo that had jumpscared you, whilst Lola was more confused, and a little annoyed, calling you when she had a free moment.

“That is why you got the newest and expensive version? Because Jenni posted a photo of me and her?”

“Hola, ¿cómo estás?” you began to sass, saying hello and asking how are you, since Lola forgot, “I didn’t need to see one of my former- my team mum being kissed by one of my girlfriend’s team mum’s, okay? I did not need to see that, ever. I needed the storage anyway…” you replied, shrugging but Lola couldn’t see that, she hadn’t video called you. If she did, she’d know you were wide awake, sitting on your balcony instead of being in bed.

“To lose more when you throw it in a lake again?”

“Hilarious. But no, I needed more space for photos, and my apps keep updating and eating all my storage. Tell Jenni she’s on thin ice, she sent me the photo again and I almost blocked her, something about how it should be the first photo on my phone… but this is my first new photo…”

Lola pulled the phone away from her ear as it buzzed, revealing you’d sent her a selfie of you and Clàudia.

“Cute, but is sorry not enough of a payment?” Lola chewed her lip, waiting for your answer.

“I’d like to think I’m worth more than that, especially since I was in another country, with no phone… you’re lucky I had my tablet with me.” You began to bargain, hearing Lola sigh.

“How much more?”

A venmo reminder gave her the answer, asking her to cover half the cost of the phone, whilst Jenni was reminded about the other half.

“You always told me I was worth more than what people thought.”

“I guess I brought that on myself… but I was right there, mini-me.” Lola hummed, smiling slightly as she called you the nickname.

“Gracias, but you still owe me money for the phone, Jenni won’t pay.”

“I will talk to her. You will have your money tomorrow, but don’t ask me to do this again.” Lola warned, her tone making you pause slightly, letting out a breath.

“Pleasure doing business with you, and, if you’re going to kiss your friends on the mouth, warn me to avoid social media. I don’t need more reasons for therapy… no offence, I love you, but the only girl I will be kissing on the mouth is Clàudia.”

“I cannot say it has been a pleasure for me, your reflexes have always been… creative, but throwing your phone in a lake? You worry me sometimes. I am glad Pina is the only girl for you.” Lola admitted, glancing at the time, but she couldn’t help but admit it. She had missed talking to you.

“England was fun though, weather sucks, but the WSL? Tempting…” you joked, but Lola frowned, unknownst to you.

“You want to leave Atleti?”

“I haven’t gotten any minutes this season, Lola. I’m bored, and everyone’s… this is the longest conversation I’ve had with you since before the euros. I miss you.” You sniffled slightly, trying to fight back any emotion in your tone.

“I’m always here, mini-me.”

“It doesn’t feel like it, but I don’t blame you. You’re one of the captains now, you have other responsibilities than having dinner with me once a week, so… I’m sorry I brought it up, I’m going to go… buenas noches, Lola…” you hung up before Lola could process what you had said, leaving your captain confused and shocked at her home, and you hiding your sobs as you sat on your balcony, fingers shaking as you called Clàudia next.

It hadn’t taken your girlfriend long to answer, hearing your voice as you tried to explain, she reminded you that she was still in Madrid and would come over.

Luckily, Clàudia had a key to your place, ever since she had stayed with you in Madrid over the summer. This meant she could walk in and lock the door behind her as she spotted you sitting on the balcony floor, crying.

“Cariño, estoy aquí, estoy aquí…” Clàudia wrapped her arms around you, whispering that she was here as you sobbed, taking a while before you explained to her what had happened when Lola called you.

Clàudia ended up staying the night, snuggling in bed with you instead of going back to where she was staying with Patri and Leila in Madrid. She had some leftover clothes but liked stealing yours too, the green hoodie she was wearing left you looking at her appreciatively before you had to head off for training, dropping Clàudia off to where she was meeting Leila and Patri for breakfast on the way.

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Lola had tried to talk to you when you got to training, but you ended up being unable to answer as her captain duties took over, and you went over to work with Paula, and the goalkeeper coach. Your captain had tried to talk to Carmen, and Vir too, but the training began to get more intense, and then Lola ended up in a meeting.

You didn’t realise at first how much of the training had been photoed and videoed, until you saw the Atleti instagram, videos of some of you in goal on the stories, reminding you that your request to go on loan had been put in for January, your agent telling you that a few Spanish clubs would be interested, even with the condition that you had to get minutes. The loan would be announced during the January trade window. You were yet to know which club you’d be with after the winter break, and where you would be staying/living until the end of the season. It didn’t occur to you that Real Madrid or Barcelona could even be on the list of Spanish clubs, in all honesty, but you would have had one preference over the other. You may live in Madrid now, but your love was in Barcelona.

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You smiled at the message you’d gotten from Clàudia about how good you were looking in training, and how she’d enjoyed your tiktok montage of some of your best saves last season. You hadn’t expected to see a message from her team mum who still played at Barcelona, even when you were pretty sure she wasn’t in Barcelona for the international break, but Alexia had messaged you last night.

Messaging her back before morning training, you’d found out that Clàudia had admitted you were not having a great time at Atleti, not giving away anything else, but Alexia had asked how you were doing, especially after she couldn’t ask you herself, due to your phone taking a swim in the Windermere lake.

You didn’t expect Alexia to ask if you had considered going on loan, since the Barcelona captain was Barcelona through and through. You, however, were into your third year at Atleti, and you wanted, no, needed minutes, and you hadn’t played yet this season. You couldn’t tell Alexia about the loan request though, especially since you weren’t even sure Lola knew yet, and she was your captain. You didn’t lie when you said it was an option in your reply to Alexia after training though. You never lied.

Checking your phone, your venmo lit up with two transactions. Lola had spoken to Jenni it seems, so you quickly texted her a thank you, and a compliment you forgot to give her when you first saw the media footage from the gala. The gala where Lola had ended up going to, and some of Barcelona ended up going too, including Clàudia, and Alexia. Keeping the compliment short and sweet, you told her she looked amazing and you were sorry you took so long to tell her that. You’d messaged Clàudia almost instantly after she sent you a selfie showing you what she was wearing to it, but it was harder to talk to Lola these days, a lot harder.

You had stopped giving the cameras any attention during training, regardless of who was behind the camera taking the photos or filming. Your focus stayed on training, even as your emotions fizzed beneath the surface of your skin, eyes prickling with frustration as you were applauded for one of your saves. You had no confirmation of playing at all this season, and your loan wouldn’t be organised until the January transfer window. Then there were also no more international breaks, so you wouldn’t see your girlfriend until December, unless you were impulsive and took a three hour train like you would last season. Your teammates probably wouldn’t even notice you had gone.

Wiping your face with your gloves, you hadn’t seen Andrea taking photos of you training in goal whilst you had your existential crisis. It was only when Lola and Virginia went over to see Andrea’s photos that you got their attention.

“Are they-” Virginia murmured, but Lola was looking over at you having a water break and talking to your fellow goalkeeper, Paula before she was called over for her turn in the net.

You stood on your own, watching everyone else train when Lola walked over, pulling you into a bear hug. Your body clammed up as arms wrapped around you, only relaxing into the hold when you realised who it was.

“I’m here.” Lola whispered, feeling you relax against her in the hug, burying your face in her shoulder as you fought to hold back the sobs trying to escape your mouth. Your arms were looped under Lola, clinging to her in a tight hug that almost shocked the captain at first, but holding your trembling body in her arms reminded her of why she had taken you under her wing when she returned to Atleti after her year at Lyon. You had already been at Atlético Madrid for a season when Lola came back, but you had grown a lot since Lola was first introduced to you.

Lola assumed you would be fine as she focussed on the transfers and settling the team down for the league, but she had assumed wrong by the tear stains she could feel developing on the shoulder of her training top. One arm held your back whilst the other cradled the back of your head, Lola knowing how to comfort you as you finally broke. Everything had gotten too much.

Vir bit her lip in thought before making sure the photos of you crying never went onto the Atlético Madrid social media pages. Meanwhile Carmen kept the team distracted, letting you and Lola be undisturbed.

You ended up going inside with Lola, exhausted from crying as you splashed water on your face in the sink. About to dry your face with your sleeves, Lola let out a grumble as she took some toilet roll for you to use instead, kissing your forehead after you launched the toilet roll into the bin with a flick of your hand.

After the day at training, Lola ended up staying with you, glancing around your place to notice the small changes that had occurred since she had last been over, which happened to be during the previous season.

Her gaze drifted over the hoodie you had pulled on, the Barcelona logo almost making Lola’s heart break before she realised it was your girlfriend’s hoodie, not yours. You had Clàudia’s jersey in a frame on your wall, from the game during the Euros that Alexia had told Lola about after. How flustered the two of you looked flirting in public, and how you had gone to England to watch Clàudia play. Deep down, Lola knew you had been watching her too, but you were like her baby sibling, whilst Clàudia was your girlfriend.

Two multi-photo photo frames caught Lola’s attention after you went to grab her and yourself, a drink from the kitchen. One frame was full of pictures of you and Clàudia together, whilst the other was full of photos of you with your Atleti teammates. There was a photo of you and Carmen, one of you and Virginia, but in the middle was a photo of you and Lola at the beginning of last season.

“You got shorter.” Lola pointed out as you passed her her drink, but you rolled your eyes.

“I used to stand on my tip-toes for photos with you.”

“When did you stop?” Lola enquired as you sat down on the couch, grabbing your tv remote.

“I… I don’t remember. I just stopped, I guess?” turning the tv on, you began to search for a movie to watch, setting on Encanto, “like I stopped thinking I’ll get to play this season. I do my best every training session, but there can only be one goalkeeper on that pitch, and you’re a captain too. I know I’d break if I saw you get hurt, so…” you fell quiet, gaze shifting back to the screen as Lola processed what you said.

Atleti needed to figure out some sort of rotation, or they were at risk of losing a goalkeeper. Lola didn’t think you would leave Madrid, but there was no way she was letting Real Madrid have you. Lola sat watching Encanto with you, the film only being paused when you noticed the time, disappearing from the living room to come back with your tablet.

“I’m going to video call Clàudia… you can stay, her teammates like to be included anyway.” You explained, tapping on the screen as Lola leaned into view of your camera.

“Hola, bebé! Oh, hola Lola!” Clàudia couldn’t hide her surprise as she realised Lola was on the video call with you, leaving you to nervously chuckle before cracking a joke.

“I mean, you two saw each other at that gala, so… saying ‘long time no see’ doesn’t really work…”

Clàudia rolled her eyes at your joke, whilst Lola managed to hold back her laugh, realising how much she had missed talking to you, and how much she had missed about your relationship with Clàudia due to how busy she had been. The call ended up being crashed by an excited Patri, but you were willing to admit that spending your evening with Lola and in turn, over video call, Clàudia had made you feel a lot better.

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After the panic that was the home game against Barcelona, having watched Lola kick the goal post in frustration and the 6-1 loss, you didn’t expect to wake up unable to breathe through your nose. Turning onto your side to reach for your phone in the dark, the bright screen left you bleary eyed as you took in the time. You didn’t need to get up for another hour for training, at least. Sitting up with your blankets wrapped around you, your heavy mouth breathing was louder than your phone volume, even as you opened tiktok to see the interactions with your newer uploads, from your travel tiktok in the Lake District (before your phone took an involuntary swim), to your goalkeeper content from last practice.

Your face fell as you saw it, realising just how many tiktoks Lola was posting with Andrea, and all the comments calling them mother and daughter… clearly her eldest team child had gone forgotten, but you knew you couldn’t complain that much, you had struggled with the dance videos Lola wanted to do anyway. Maybe uploading a tiktok at 5am wasn’t the smartest decision, but you hadn’t posted your second part of the ‘teenage dirtbag’ video, with more photos of you as a teen, including some early Atleti ones. You didn’t want to admit you had thrown in a favourite from when Lola had returned to Atleti, but now the photo of a younger you and her was out there, stirring things up.

Your head was beginning to pound as you put your phone down, turning your alarm off without thinking as you buried yourself back in your bedding.

Lola was the first one to realise you weren’t over waiting by the goal posts for training to start, even looking to see if you’d tried to climb up onto the crossbar, but you were nowhere to be seen. Paula shrugged as Lola asked the goalkeeper if she had seen you, leaving Lola to head over to see if you were with Carmen or Virginia. But you were nowhere to be seen, and neither of them, nor the rest of the team had heard from you.

Calls went to voicemail, and texts were unread, the running theory being you overslept since you had posted a tiktok at 5am. The tiktok in question was full of comments about the time in Spain, plus some fans remembered the bond between you and Lola last season, bringing it up in the comments about how you weren’t in Lola’s tiktok videos anymore.

“Maybe they overslept, they’ll probably come running soon, they love being in goal.” Carmen suggested, but the team was getting more and more worried as practice went on, and you still hadn’t shown up.

Training finished for the day, but you never turned up, or tried to contact anyone that you weren’t coming in today.

“The phone calls go through… I don’t think they dropped their phone in another lake.” Virginia explained after trying to call you, a conclusion being made to go over to your place and see if you were home.

“Wait, do you have a key?” Vir turned to Carmen as they arrived outside your building, the buzzer going unanswered, but Carmen shook her head.

“Lola and Pina do.”

“Clàudia is hours away… call her, I will call Lola.” Virginia suggested as she got her phone out whilst Carmen raised an eyebrow, wondering how she was supposed to contact Clàudia, eventually finding a way to contact the Barcelona player.

“Not answering Clàudia either, something’s very wrong.” Carmen replied, turning to look at Virginia, who had hung up and was now looking down the street for something, or someone.

“This is going to end well.” Carmen murmured as Lola drove up, with Andrea in the passenger seat.

“No answer?”

“Pina has heard nothing too.” Carmen added but Lola had already tried the buzzer, pausing as she heard nothing over the receiver, pressing more call buttons and eventually the door was opened.

“You watched Hawkeye with them, didn’t you?” The reference went unanswered as Lola led the three to the lift, pressing the button for your floor.

“They live here?” Andrea asked, looking up at the numbers on the lift before they arrived at your floor, Lola heading towards your door and knocking on it, key in hand when she got no answer.

Your place was dark, none of the blinds were open and there were no signs that you had even been in your kitchen or living room. Andrea stuck close to Lola as she beelined for your bedroom, whilst Carmen examined your kitchen, and Virginia checked your balcony.

Your bed covers were all scattered as Lola ran her hand over the bedding, finding it was slightly warm, but damp with sweat. Lola’s suspicions were making more sense as she knocked on your bathroom door, peeking her head in when she heard a whine.

“Ah, bebé…” Lola murmured, finding you curled up on your bathroom floor, looking sickly. Your pyjamas damp from your fever and your hand covering your eyes from the light coming into the room.

Lola turned to Andrea, who looked shocked at what she was seeing, but immediately went to get Carmen and Virginia, leaving Lola to dig through your bathroom cabinet, looking for a thermometer to confirm your fever.

“La gripe?” Virginia asked if it was the flu, but Lola didn’t respond, instead asking Andrea to get you some clean clothes, whilst Carmen turned the shower on, checking the water was on lukewarm as she saw the thermometer in your ear.

Whilst Lola and Carmen tried to cool your fever in the shower, Virginia took Andrea into your kitchen, looking for any tea bags or soup ingredients that you may have that they could use.

“¿Está bien?” Andrea asked Virginia if you were okay, but Viriginia shook her head, you were not well, and nobody knew until now.

“You can’t carry me. You’ll get sick.” Your voice was croaky, the shower having helped your head pound less, but you were still wobbly on your feet as Lola managed to get you to the couch. You needed fresh bedding before you could lay in bed again, so curling up on the couch with your hands over your ears would have to do.

Your body shivered before Carmen wrapped a blanket around you, frowning as you grimaced at the smell of the soup. Lola ended up on the couch next to you, pulling you into her embrace as you gave up trying to fight her.

“You’ll get sick.”

Lola shushed you, cradling your head as you leaned into her, your breathing heavy as your nose was still blocked. Your eyes were closed as you almost went back to sleep, but your kettle boiling made you stir, Andrea walking over with a cup of tea for you.

The rest of the day was a blur for you, even when Lola ended up uploading a photo to her instagram, you were sleeping curled into one side of her, with Andrea curled up on Lola’s other side, all three of you covered in blankets, as Lola rested her head on yours. The photo ended up being captioned ‘hijos’, Spanish for children.

Lola ended up staying put, the whimpers that left your lips when she went to move alarming the captain. She had never heard you sound so vulnerable, even when you had cried into her shoulder during practice.

“Lo siento.” Lola barely heard you as she went to shush you, smiling slightly as you nuzzled into her.

“I woke up at 5am, couldn’t breathe, then my head was pounding. The nausea. It was so hot then cold… then hot, the bathroom was cooler… I don’t want any of you to get sick.” you explained, keeping your eyes closed and nose covered by the blanket as the soup was almost done in the kitchen, the smell wafting into the living room.

You had no memory of Lola trying to persuade you to have some soup, or how long you ended up sleeping on your captain, or when Andrea ended up on the other side of Lola, moving the blanket back over you as it shifted slightly off of you.

Or how Carmen and Virginia ended up trying to figure out how your washing machine worked so you could have clean bedding. But you could remember the comfort that your teammates provided, and how Clàudia called you once you felt well enough, having received updates from Virginia when your eyes were too sensitive to look at your phone.

You had seen Clàudia back when Barcelona came to play Atleti at the Metropolitano Stadium. But you wouldn’t see her for longer than those minutes where you stood hugging each other until Patri came over to retrieve her teammate, and you went to check on Lola, after she had given you a fright during the game, requiring the physios on the pitch. You never told Lola how much that had terrified you, or how Virginia held your hand to try to comfort you.

There were a lot of things Lola wasn’t aware of, but one of the bigger things was your loan request. There were three more games left for Atleti before the break, and that meant you had three more games left with Atleti, before your loan was announced in January and you would be going to another Spanish club for the rest of the season.

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After beating Valencia 1-0, the El Derbi was something you were massively looking forward to, with one more game before the end of the year. You hadn’t realised until you were sitting on the bench in the Estadio Alfredo Di Stefano that you would be heading to New York for your winter break soon. Then you’d be returning before Three Kings Day to spend some time with Clàudia, then after that you needed to get ready for wherever you were being sent on your loan.

You only hoped that you’d get to play wherever you were going, it was something that your management and Atleti themselves had reinforced. You were their second choice goalkeeper, but you were a rising star with what some had referred to as a bloodlust when in goal last season. That bloodlust, or drive, as others saw it, turned into a drive to get minutes, even though you were leaving your Atleti family for the rest of the season.

Lola and Andrea were starting, Carmen was still out with injury, and Virginia was sitting on the bench nearby. Lola had given you a scare the other day, sporting a black eye that had made you panic, even when she wouldn’t tell you how she got it, instead holding your hands gently as she saw the concern on your face, flipping the table as she asked how you were after you’d recovered from the flu.

Wrapping the blanket further around yourself, you watched the ball intently. The first half went goalless as you buried your nose in your coat, trying to keep warm. Real Madrid made two substitutions before the second half had started. You would have stood up when Ajibade went down, but that would have meant your blanket would fall off, so you shifted in your seat, watching more intensely, especially since Andrea had ended up rolling around the grass a few times.

The good thing about the Atleti goalkeeper away kit was that the bright green stood out against the red and white Atleti kit, and the white Real Madrid kit, so you could see Lola standing besides Santos who required medical treatment as she sat on the ground.

You let out a breath at nearly the 69th minute, a ball from Toletti going into Lola’s arms, somehow finding space through the Atleti defenders. Atleti made two changes at the 71st minute, whilst Real Madrid began to prepare their third change of the match, a change that ended up happening before the free kick to Real Madrid.

Andrea getting a yellow card at the 79th minute had you on edge slightly, glancing between the defender and your captain, before you sat back, watching the game and trying to keep warm. You grimaced as Real Madrid managed to head the ball into the goal from a set piece, seven minutes left not including stoppage time, Lola stopping Real’s attempt at a second goal before more substitutions happened.

Real Madrid’s captain ended up with a yellow card in stoppage time, whilst Andrea sat down next to you, not expecting you to offer her some of your blanket, but you two curled up in your seats on the bench, watching the final minutes of the El Derbi.

The announcement later that Óscar Fernández would no longer be in charge of Atleti was released to the public later that night, you read the statement Atleti had put on the website, citing the situation with where Atleti was in the table not being able to access the UWCL as why he was dismissed.

Clàudia texted you not long after you had sent an email to your management asking about if your loan would still go ahead during the January transfer window. You hadn’t played a single match this season, and with Atleti’s match against Real Betis being the last one of the year, you weren’t hopeful at all.

Your loan was unaffected but you felt nervous as the club’s traditional holiday meal at the Metropolitano Stadium, you wanted to skip it, but Carmen ended up asking you to ride with her there, the two of you heading inside to spot Lola doing captain duties, and Virginia was somewhere too.

“What is with that face? The team will return here on Saturday.” Carmen whispered as you stayed off to the side, glancing between everyone mingling.

“I’m going to miss this.” You admitted, smiling sadly as Carmen raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not staying in New York forever, plus, Madrid is your home.” Carmen pointed out, not realising the bigger picture as you sighed, nodding in agreement as Lola spotted you both and started to walk over.

Madrid had your Atleti family, but Barcelona had your love. Shaking your head, you pushed away the thoughts to enjoy the time together, smiling as Lola hugged you and tried to ignore your concern over her healing black eye.

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Saturday was nearly here, and with Carmen medically cleared for the last Atleti game of 2022, you couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic. The last training session of 2022 had everyone buzzing with different emotions, but yours were enigmatic to the eye. Especially since Lola had spotted you in a deep and serious conversation with one of the Atleti staff members. Carmen didn’t ask you what the conversation was about, instead squeezing your shoulder to settle you, whilst Lola’s inquisitive gazes turned into comfort. Both of them could tell you were nervous, but they had no idea.

Virginia couldn’t get anything out of you either, only picking up what you had said to Paula and Andrea during a moment at practice. Take care of Lola, Carmen and herself, for you. She found it a little odd you asked them that, especially since it wasn’t like you were going anywhere, even if you and Virginia hadn’t been rotated in much, or at all this season so far. The new manager would hopefully help with that.

Your knee bounced up and down as you sat on the bench next to Carmen, biting your lip as Real Betis got a corner almost immediately from kick-off, the ball being headed over but you felt your heart skip a beat for a moment.

Four minutes in, and one of your teammates was on the sidelines getting medical treatment, the team on the pitch down to ten. Six minutes in and Banini’s shot at goal was stopped by Real Betis’ goalie. Nearly ten minutes in, Real Betis had their first yellow card of the match, but the set piece shot went over.

Your face fell into disbelief when the ref decided against the penalty at the twenty-second minute, before grimacing at the thirty-fourth minute as Atleti’s shoot on goal went wide.

Andre was dodging challenge after challenge until the third took her down in the forty-third minute, limping from the sidelines back onto the pitch in the hopes of sticking it out until half-time.

A shiver ran down your body as the half-time whistle went, following Carmen back into the locker room, where it was warmer at least. Virginia and Carmen both noticed the spacey look on your face, but you paid more attention to Andrea, checking on her after she’d been taken down minutes earlier. You’d come around to accept the young defender, but even she didn’t know about your loan request. You’d voiced your worries to Clàudia, who pointed out that you yourself did not know enough to even tell your teammates anything. You didn’t know where you would be going yet, for all you knew, you would still be in Madrid.

You watched the rest of the half slightly out of it, even as Atleti made a substitution and another Real Betis player got a yellow card. Andrea bumped her knee against yours as she sat down on the bench, having been subbed off at the 81st minute.

Holding back curse words, you remained quiet like the Atleti fans in the stands as Real Betis’ Babajide rolled the ball into the goal past Lola, watching as Atleti tried desperately to get an equaliser, but every shot was heading over.

Cardona’s equaliser lit up the Metropolitano Stadium right before stoppage time, the stadium lighting up again as Cardona scored again, earning a brace as Lola hurried out of goal to celebrate with the team. The game ended 2-1, with you, Carmen, Virginia and Andrea heading back onto the pitch, you making a beeline for the rest of your teammates with Andrea on your back, a sight that had Lola grinning as you walked over to your captain. Taking in the energy of the win, you almost forgot it would be the last time you’d be on the pitch with Atleti, for a while at least. It took until you were in the locker room, glancing around at everyone that you felt that ache in your chest.

An ache that followed you to your final trip of the year, one that you had asked if Clàudia wanted to go with you to, but she had the final Champions League group stages match against Rosengård and then you knew she’d want to spend time with her team and her family. You would be in New York for the rest of December, flying out from Madrid but your returning flight from New York was heading to Barcelona to spend time with Clàudia before Three Kings Day, with the transfer window opening on January 2nd, leading to your loan being arranged and announced.

Documenting your trip on your social medias, your aeroplane journey and arrival in New York had Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift as a backing track, whilst your exploration of New York’s skyline had What’s Up Danger by Blackway and Black Caviar, you had an entire tiktok on the New York Christmas markets and the Rockefeller Centre tree, whilst your instagram was full of photos you’d taken, including one where you were video calling Clàudia whilst watching the fireworks on New Years. The tattoo you got in New York wasn’t something you posted, but Clàudia knew you were getting it, having helped you with your idea, whilst Lola teasingly asked you if you had gotten one, not expecting you to admit you had.

You had even taken a short video at the Empire State Building, which also had a backing track for it, but the New York footage soon turned into footage of Barcelona as you reunited with Clàudia as she and Patri picked you up at the airport. You were in Barcelona when your management called about your loan details, the transfer window had opened and a few Spanish teams had taken an interest.

Clàudia and Patri watched as you paced up and down the kitchen, on the phone to your management as you went over everything, asking questions that had them raising eyebrows, but they made sense. You were a goalkeeper who wanted minutes and that determined your contract, yet Atleti were loaning you somewhere that already had three, technically four, goalkeepers.

“Wait, I’d be their second keeper, how is that fair to- because this club rotates their goalkeepers?” Patri looked confusedly at Clàudia, but your girlfriend also shook her head. You primarily spoke Spanish with Clàudia, and you were speaking quickly, and not in Spanish until you hung up the phone, and walked over to them, nervously smiling.

“I guess we don’t have to worry so much about long distance… Atleti are loaning me to Barcelona for the rest of the season.”

Clàudia flew into your arms as Patri cheered, making an excuse to head out as your lips met Clàudia’s, the two of you only interested in each other.

You were curled up in bed with Clàudia when your phone began to light up with messages and calls from your Atleti teammates, who had just seen your message that you were going on loan for the rest of the season. They also saw the announcement on social media.

Barcelona had won the goalie.

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